#I’ll do these after I finish the poll piece

[ahhrenata]

I’ve been debating and wanting to do one of these forever and now I’m giving in. Reply or send in an ask with some ideas and I’ll give it a try :)

[i-am-grell]

I’m Back! Throw Anime at Me!

If you’re new here, I suck at starting and finishing series and making choices, so I let Tumblr pick which anime I’ll watch next.

I’ve just returned from vacation, and have the freedom once again to include longer series - and long long series (description of how that’ll work below with the propaganda) - in these polls!

As always, propaganda* (*rambles about series I haven’t finished and how little I know about series I haven’t started yet, etc) below the poll. You’re welcome to reblog if you wanna bully your followers into voting for your fave. Other people’s followers and assorted Tumblr users: you don’t have to know me, follow me, or like me to throw anime at me. You don’t even have to like anime if you just wanna press a button. Go wild.

Propaganda:

How the long long series will work in my polls:

We all know some anime series are hundreds - even thousands - of episodes long. When it comes to these polls, rather than straight-shotting through these beasts, I’ll break them up by however the series is naturally divided (by season or arc - whatever that series has chosen). If there’s a shorter season/arc, it may be combined into the next one (for instance if one arc has 16 episodes and the one after has 30, I’ll watch 46eps for that poll option, since that’s pretty manageable. We’ll play it by ear, folks). I’ll always be specific in the propaganda about how far I’ll be watching for that particular poll and update my pinned post with my progress for that specific series after. The series may not show up in back-to-back polls for the sake of taking breaks and not burning myself out on the same thing.

Rambles about the options:

Blue Exorcist - I watched everything available circa 2014/15ish, but now there’s more? Apparently? I guess? Cool! I’ll probably rewatch what I have seen since it’s been a while and proceed from there.

Free! - I watched ISC and ES as they were airing. In sub. And y’all know I prefer dubs (of course I went back and watched it when there was finally a dub). But while everything past Eternal Summer was airing, I was in my busy period… 😬 Still have to finish it - but to be clear, I will be marathoning everything, starting yet again with Iwatobi Swim Club. Also I absolutely don’t mean to influence the vote but the longer Free! stays in these polls, the more 50% Off! quotes I get to use. If you ever see “backstroke for days,” assume I’ve run out.

Zombie Land Saga + Revenge - This has been in the polls before and I’m sure many of you have seen my propaganda for it before. TLDR: Love it, wanna finish it, TERFs aren’t welcome here 😌

Bungo Stray Dogs - I think about Dazai at least once a day and I haven’t even watched this show. I have 1) seen pictures of this man 2) listened to anime tiktok simps talk about this man. Do with this what you will.

One Piece - There’s a quote from an episode of Um, Actually… where Mike Trapp says he hasn’t read Wheel of Time because, while he’s always meant to, it “feels like nerd homework.” One Piece is my “feels like nerd homework.” For the purpose of this poll option, if chosen, I will start One Piece by watching the first arc.

Mashle - Anime OP make brain go brrr. Also from what I understand, it’s regular guy brute-forcing his way through Legally Distinct Hogwarts.

[silent-sanctum]

First Times - Jotaro x Reader

so college has been kicking my ass these past few weeks but FINALLY i got this finished~ Yes I did the soft, intimate smut result from that poll i did a while ago because hey, if im about to debut myself as a smut writer, then might as well start slow ^^ everything after will be mostly rough :D. For now enjoy!

word count: 3.7k+

“And then? What did you do?”

“What that ass deserved- a good kick in the shins. Serves him right for eyeing me like a piece of meat.” You both chuckle at that.

Evenings were spent in bliss as you found yourself often ditching your little apartment room to have sleepovers over at Jotaro’s place when studies weren’t as hectic as a never-ending traffic of responsibilities.                         

Who could think of the troubles of school work when you are cozy sitting in-between your boyfriend’s legs with your back pressed against his chest, a can of beer in both of your hands as you two sat on the outside porch of his bedroom, hanging out in peace with slow R&B music playing in the background to help with the calm ambience. It was late at night, around 11 when most people now slept, helping minimize the noise outside the two’s peaceful bubble.

Beyond the four walls, the slow autumn breeze brushed past you but you couldn’t care less, not when you were dressed in one of his large shirts and customized gakuran. Aside from that those 2 articles, you didn’t wear anything below but standard “bra-and-panty” undergarments.

You turned to look at his closed eyes and the curl of his lips, likely enjoying the songs being played combined with you in his arms. One could see this rough delinquent and do a double take, unable to process how such “rude” and “aggressive” prick could be this… tranquil and blissfully happy.

Unable to help yourself, you pushed yourself up to plant a quick, soft kiss on his lips, startling the guy out of his trance. He blinked in surprise, faint pink dusting his cheeks. “All of a sudden?”

You pouted as you turned yourself around to wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting a bit so your legs bracketed his thighs. “Mm, can’t help it.” You huffed and peppered a few more featherlight kisses on his cheek, jaw, and throat. “You’re so adorable like this.”

Jotaro raised a brow in intrigue, his large hand coming to softly hold the small of your back to secure you on his lap. “Hm? Like what?” A quiet purr left you as he slowly caressed the length of your back.

“Like…,” You rose an index finger to boop him on the nose. “A big sleeping puppy.”

The delinquent scoffed, albeit with affection, returning your tiny gesture with a soft pinch of your flushed cheek that elicited a yelp from you. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

A playful whine as you swatted his shoulder. “You and I know very well that I have a high tolerance to alcohol,” you said as a matter of fact. “Besides, we only drank one can of beer tonight.” You shook your now-empty can to make a point. “I’m just naturally lovey-dovey around you.”

“Don’t need to remind me,” Jotaro said. “But I can’t escape from your annoying little clutches anymore.” He lightly flicked your forehead, to which you let out a surprised “ah” with both your hands coming to hold the area.

“Ya! That’s two fouls right there Kujo-ssi!” You quietly hissed, still pouting. “You can’t just pinch my cheeks and flick my head and not get away with it that easy.”

The raven-haired smirked, putting down his beer and leaning forward until his nose grazed yours. “And what are you going to do about it then, Y/N-san? Tell me.”

“I-I’ll wipe that smug expression of your face.” You fumed at the proximity of his lips near yours, your hands dropping to hold his shoulders. Warming up two-fold, you buried your face on the crook of his neck. “I hate when you smirk like that so close to me.”

Your boyfriend hummed and directed you to look back at him with a gentle tilt of his fingers under your chin, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. As if on instinct, you sighed and parted them by a bit. “Feels nice when I get you flustered once in a while… is all.” He whispered, gaze hooded and focused.

“That’s my line, you ass,” you muttered back with equally hooded eyes, scoffing a bit before deciding to close the small gap between you two as you slotted your lips with his. A small moan left you as the delinquent leaned more onto the kiss, both his hands now gripping your waist just like your arms were around his neck.

You ignored the clank of your empty can against the mat as you two drew back by a few millimeters, gasping for air before drawing back to each other in a split second with the continuous slide of lips lasting longer than normal.

You felt his tongue prod your lower lip, and with much eagerness, you allowed it entry and yourself a more prolonged soft moan as the muscle met yours. Delightful tingles crept down your arms every time he moved- his hands coming to lightly grip the strands of your hair as he craved for more kisses after every breathless withdraw, the contented tiny purrs he made as you panted against his lips, the miniscule movement of his hips underneath your crotch, to which you unconsciously moved with.

What you would give just to feel this close to your lover every night. To give and receive kisses this much, to be in his strong arms holding you close to him-

Just then, you gasped at something prodding against the fabric of your underwear. You drew back after what felt like 15 minutes with a string of spit still connecting your tongues together. Both you and Jotaro’s eyes remained hooded, catching your breaths with foreheads leaning on each other as you slid your hands down to grasp his tank top.

You giggled. “Someone’s excited.” You took one glance at the area at the area between his legs and saw the prominent bulge hidden inside his pants. With one peck on his nose, you decided to tease him and trailed one hand down his body until it reached the tent.

He bit back a pleased groan as you began to caress him with slow and firm movements. He gripped your hips hard and said, “Y/N, I… I’m not sure if what I know is right…”

“But do you want to, love?” You mumbled, tracing the outline of his covered cock with the tip of your finger. With a single nod, you smiled. “We can take it slow. I’ll be the judge of your craft.”

“Fuck.” Jotaro held the back of your head to nudge you forward to kiss you hard again, immediately using his tongue to send you back into bliss with a muffled moan. You adjusted yourself a bit to wrap your legs around his waist, planting your crotch atop his bulge for you to start sliding against it.

At the same time, you shrugged off his uniform and dropped it to the floor, allowing him to roam your body with his hands, occasionally slipping them underneath the hem of your shirt to graze your warm skin.

Your boyfriend took the initiative to grab your thighs and stand without disconnecting the kiss. Beyond closed eyes, you heard a shimmer from behind you followed by the porch doors to slide close. 

Reaching his futon, Jotaro parted back for a moment to gently lower you on top of the sheets. In the next second, you surged forward to pull him back for another heated kiss. Eager, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, letting your hands roam the expanse of his sturdy back until you pulled the hem of his top.

He pulled away, kneeling upright for enough time to remove his tank top and for you to slide your shirt off of you, and toss both to the side, before he leaned down to savor your kisses. Now, with the brush of his bare hard muscles on your soft skin, you couldn’t help but moan and arch your back to feel more of him on top of you.

From time to time, you lightly nudged him back only for you to pepper soft kisses on his eyes, nose, and cheeks. Returning your gesture, he leaned down to trail a couple open-mouth kisses from the corner of your lips down the line of your jaw, until he reached your ear.

There he whispered, “Tell me if I’m doing this wrong…” You gasped out a moan when you felt his teeth nibble the lobe of your ear, kissing it afterward before resuming his path down the column of your neck. You whimpered at the sensation of his lips nipping and sucking your skin, leaving his love marks on his precious canvas.

A sigh was what came next from you as your lover continued to press soft pecks down your collarbones and shoulders. When you felt his fingers glide down your side, you arched your back and allowed him to unhook your bra, slipping them off of you and adding it to the collection of discarded clothes.

A shiver ran throughout your now bare torso, contrasting the fuming warmth of your face and pinked areas of your skin. Jotaro sat back to look at you and you couldn’t help but hide your face behind your hands with a quiet whine. “Oh my god, stop staring. I’m still a bit conscious about… this.”

“Don’t overthink,” he simply said, lowering himself to mutter deep into your ear. “You’re perfect.”

Reassured, you heeded his words and nodded. With an amused huff and another press of his lips on your neck, you jolted as a hand came to hold your breast, lightly kneading it with special attention on your nipple. A string of tiny moans fled your throat as you kept arching, craving the delightful tingles of pleasure from his fondling and the kisses on your neck. 

You had your eyes closed the entire time, making the sudden kiss on your perky nipple much more surprising. Your initial yelp turned to a whimpered moan as your boyfriend focused on sucking the bud atop your breast, complete with the swirl of his tongue and the nip of his teeth.

You panted and squirmed under his touch as you grew wetter and wetter with every ministration, the heat in your belly coiling. It didn’t help either when his hand continued to fondle the other while he mouthed your now spit-slicked nipple.

He drew back with a quiet pop and repeated the same on the other side. You encouraged him to continue as you held his head against your chest.

Just as you neared your peak, he left your chest and continued his trail of kisses down the plane of your abdomen, below your belly button, until his lips grazed the garter of your panty. With his hands smoothing over your thighs, Jotaro took the time to look at you, asking for permission.

You couldn’t say anything, too eager and flustered to say something. Instead, you combed through his black curls, nodding once to give him your answer. Wasting no time, Jotaro slid the last of your clothing down your legs, adding it to the pile nearby.

This was it.

Your bare body exposed only for him to see, though the latter had his eyes trained on your pussy lips, as if he was fascinated, for him to see you as a whole. Not that it mattered. He’d take him time admiring you once he’s done with-

A sharp gasp came out of you when his finger traced over your folds with the same featherlight care, the tickling sensations making your breaths coming in short. Just then, you let out a loud moan in surprise, hips bucking up at the sudden contact of your lover’s mouth on your clit.

His low hums paired with the wet sounds of suckling and licking drove you crazy every second, the build-up of pleasure doubling than before. You whined every time you felt the drag of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves in between your legs to savor in your leaking juices, the vibrations of his quiet sounds adding on top of it all.

“Fuck,” you gasped out squirming, unable to control your impending release. “F-Fuck Jota- Ah!”

Another startled moan echoed throughout his bedroom as one long finger prodded your wet hole, sliding inside a second later with no trouble. You felt it wriggle around, feeling the space around it as if to find something. Nevertheless, the movement alone was enough for your body to grow wetter to welcome its guest.

However, with one curl, you let out one, pitched sharp “ah!”. Through the slurping noise your boyfriend was making with your clit, you felt his mouth curl into a smile as he slowly drew his finger out of you, only to thrust into your heat abruptly in a second.

You widened your eyes and your jaw slackened with a silent scream, your hands gripping his hair tight and your hips bucking wildly, desperate for more. For that sweet release.

Jotaro never stopped tasting your pussy, tongue still lapping you clean, when he added a finger into your hole, followed by another a few seconds later, and with each entry, you just grew wetter and wetter to accommodate the three digits jabbing that sweet spot in you non-stop.

“I… I-I’m gonna… g-gonna- ahh ah ah!”

Like a snap, you offered a muted scream as your eyes rolled into the back, your head thrown back with your back arched, body convulsing to your orgasm.

He leaned back with his mouth and chin glistening, licking his lips as he finally took a look at your entire body- sweaty, flushed, and tinted reddish pink in some areas of your skin. But what really got to him was your expression. The way you had your eyes closed behind your sweat-plastered hair, lips ajar due to your post-orgasmic panting with a thin line of spit trailing from the corner, cheeks fuming warm.

You managed to croak out a whine, opening your eyes a bit to lock his hooded gaze with yours. When he still continued to stare, you decided to entice him with your arms raised towards him, beckoning him close as your hips swayed against the sheets. You whispered, “Come here.”

And Jotaro followed, promptly licking his lips before leaning down to slot his lips with yours messily to accompany the next round of open-mouthed kisses. You let out a quiet moan the second he pulled back for air, connecting back to you a millisecond later. You tangled your fingers through his curls, sliding them down until your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingertips brushing his sweat-slicked skin.

With a gasp and a wet pop, your lover pulled back. The shuffling of clothes could be heard followed by a dull thud of fabric on fabric, and when you opened your eyes to see, you gaped at how toned his entire frame was. A solid wall of lean muscle, dipping down to reveal his erect cock with its red, leaking tip.

It was long and thick. And that made your hips jolt up and your hole gushing out, as if it had a mind of its own, wanting that erection in as soon as possible.

“Oh god,” you gasped as Jotaro pressed his forehead against yours, reaching down to stroke his cock before letting its engorged tip tap against your eager pussy and gliding its entire length over your clit. Waves of delightful tingling pleasure swept through you as your breath hitched with every slick thrust.

Just then, your boyfriend stroked himself again with some of its white pre-cum dripping onto your already-sensitive clitoris. As a response, you let out one tiny whine as you parted your legs and began rubbing yourself as means for him to hurry up.

Through his strokes, he reached for his pant pocket nearby with his other hand and fumbled around until he pulled out his wallet and took out a square foil.

Despite the mess that you became, you let out a breathless giggle out of fondness. Was he waiting for the time they’d do it all this time? For him to have a condom ready in his pants seemed to imply so. Jotaro ripped open the foil and immediately slid the covering over his cock.  

“Y/N...”

You met his gaze above you as he guided the tip towards your entrance, poking and prodding but never entering. A few teasing dips inside only to pull out shortly after. Your breaths came in hot pants with a mix of eagerness and nervousness. “I’m… putting it in.”

That whole thing. Inside me. Fuck. You locked your arms around his neck and nodded. “Be slow… please.”

He didn’t say anything in return but he took in your words as is and offered a nod. Finally, after what felt like forever, you felt the tip dip inside but this time, it continued further in.

A sharp hiss fled your lips as the slow yet wet drag of his thick length against your warm walls made you full in a way you never felt before. To make it better, you shared the sentiments with Jotaro, who had his eyes shut and his brows furrowed as he bit back his groans with every inch he slid inside.

You felt it continue further deep inside until his hips met yours, his cock completely sheathed inside you. He paused for a moment and leaned onto his elbows, cursing under his breath while you relished in your pants from how full you were with him in you.

It didn’t take long for your walls to accommodate the length inside, loosening itself as more of your juices leaked out of you. You cupped your boyfriend’s cheek and muttered, “You can move now.”

Jotaro took one good glimpse of your hooded eyes and pressed a light kiss on your forehead, before leaning back and drawing out his cock back with an audible wet sound that surely didn’t help your steadily growing pleasure calm down.

Once most of its length slid out of you with its tip still in, he thrusted back in with one sharp motion. You let out a silent scream followed by a string of whines and moans once he began to increase his pace with every thrust, the distinct fwop fwop fwop of his balls slapping against your ass plus the shlick of every rapid slide echoing throughout his room.

At this moment, all lucidity left your mind as you grew to become pliant and dazed from the accumulating pleasure coiling in your belly. Your eyes lost its focus, tears spilling out from it all, and your jaw remained slack leaving your lips open for every gasping moan that you made. Shameless, you locked your legs around his waist and synced your hips with his, wanting to chase your peak.

Your hands gripped the sheets beside you as your body moved along with every pound of his hips into you, your breasts bouncing from the movement. Seeing your tits move, Jotaro couldn’t resist missing the opportunity and dived to take one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the bud again.

You loudly moaned into the space, arching your back to meet his lips, head tilted back as you became overwhelmed with so much sensation you were receiving. At this rate, you were going to cum in any minute.

Just as you thought of that, your boyfriend’s thrusts turned erratic and his breath grew laborious, grunting louder than before once he left your sensitive nipple alone. He was close. But so were you.

Your moans turned into desperate whimpers and prolonged whines. Hearing your pleas, Jotaro rose to meet you in a sloppy kiss with the mess of uncoordinated tongues exploring inside each other’s mouths. You combed through his sweaty hair with one hand, as the other crept its way down until it made contact with where your hole was stretched around his now-slicked cock.

You and Jotaro pulled back from the kiss with strings of spit still connected between your tongues. Through a blurry vision, you saw your boyfriend grit his teeth as he neared his release. “Jojo…” You whimpered as you slid your hand to your pussy and rubbed it as fast his thrusts. “Jojo I-I’m cumming-!”

You convulsed the second later, back arching sharpy, letting out the loudest moan you could have cried out as you began to shake from the intensity of your second orgasm. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue lolling out unable to keep yourself in check.

Your lover slammed himself into you over and over again with no sense of rhythm present, and all you could do was let out weak whimpers as you began to feel overstimulated from his harsh thrusts. “F-Fuck I’m gonna-“

Through your sleepy haze, you uttered out a quiet and pitchy phrase, enough to send him off the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

As simple as that, Jotaro dropped his head onto the crook of your neck, groaning loudly into your shoulder as his hips slammed into you one more time before stilling inside, the warmth of his cum felt through the latex surface of the condom.

The noise from your first lovemaking simmered into a quiet panting of breaths, his and yours. While he still reeled from his first orgasm, you raked your fingers through his damp curls and held him close to you.

Sensing you, Jotaro took in a deep breath and pulled himself back together, albeit in a mess. He raised himself up until he found your lips, wanting to kiss them one last time with more gentleness than the ones prior.

Minutes later, he got up and eased himself out of your now puffy hole- making you hiss at the sensitive drag- discarded the cum-filled condom, and returned and adjusted both of your sweaty bodies until the two of you lay on your sides, spooning.

“How was it?” He uttered into your ear, traces of sleep beginning to kick in.

“Not bad,” you nuzzled your face into the pillow, closing your eyes wanting to sleep. “For a first timer.”

“You say it like you’ve done this with someone else before…”

You huffed and reached down to hold his hand that’s wrapped around your waist, securing you to him. “You’re my first, don’t worry you loving grump.”

Jotaro grumbled and buried his nose into the nape of your neck, eliciting a quiet giggle from you. “Just go to sleep.”

“No need to tell me twice.”

[whumpiary]

this is for anon, who requested some cass angst. and for @wildfaewhump​​ who single-handedly tipped the poll in this piece’s favour. thank you for the excuse to get this bad boy into existence! it’s lived in my head for... so so long.

strong content warnings: grief, loss, death, suicide, guilt, self-blame, whumper as caretaker (please note - this piece is heavy. if you are wanting to read but are cautious of the warnings, please shoot me a message or an ask and i’ll happily elaborate)

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Ace is still putting his shoes on when Tucker comes in to collect him. 

“Do you know what day it is today?”

He looks very proud of himself. Tucker feels exhausted already. “What date is it today, Ace?”

Cass gives him the biggest grin he’s seen on him in weeks, “You really don’t remember?”

“No.”

“It’s our anniversary.”

“...Our anniversary,” Tucker repeats, unamused by the notion.

“Of the day we first met,” Cass beams. “It was a year ago today.”

Tucker can feel the shape of the quip he might’ve used to shut him up or shut him down. He can’t bring himself to use it today. He just sighs, chest tight and uncomfortable, “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm. Was doing the maths and I’ve been here eight months. Or just over, anyway. ‘Cause Simon said the other day the quarterly thing is coming up again, right?” He looks over at him for confirmation as he finishes lacing his shoes. Tucker hums in the affirmative. “Right. And I know that there was one right after I got here, and then another one that happened a couple months back because the lab techs wouldn’t stop bitching about it and that means we’d be coming up to a full-”

Tucker cuts him off to gesture out the door, “Can we walk, please?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Ace moves past him and the sliding door closes behind them automatically. Tucker presses the keypad that activates the lock as Ace keeps prattling, turning around to walk backwards, face Tucker as he talks. “Anyway, that means by the next quarterly thing I’ll have been here over a year, right? But I was trying to figure out what the actual date that I got here was. Like my Facility birthday, you know? But because of the fuck around with the transfer papers and the whole…” he waves his hand, vaguely. “I mean like I wasn’t exactly with it, you know? So the dates are fuzzy. So then I was trying to remember-”

“Left.”

“Huh?”

Tucker points down the juncture in the hallway, “We’re going left. Lifts.”

“Oh. Okay.” He looks the other way down the hall and turns to move down it, falling in step beside. “Anyway then I was trying to think about the last time you came to the estate, because that would’ve been a few weeks before I left, right?”

He presses down on the elevator and Tucker reaches across to press up instead, “Something like that.”

“Right. And then that got me thinking bout the first time you came to the Estate-”

“We didn’t meet the first time.”

“Yeah, no, I know. But I remember it because Christopher had had a party, like, the night before and I was fucked. But I remember seeing a new car coming down the drive.”

Tucker hums noncommittally as the elevator doors slide open and they step inside. Another day and he might’ve prodded a little more about what the midweek party of a billionaire entails. Today he just stares forward and presses the button for the top level.

“And I know that the party was on the 12th of July. And you were coming once a fortnight for those first few visits…”

“Mm hmm.”

“Which means the date we met was-”

“It was July 26th,” Tucker says definitively. “I remember.” Hard date to forget for him personally.

“Right,” Cass says. Tucker can see him grinning out of the corner of his eye as the doors glide open. “So what I’m saying is happy anniversary.”

Tucker sighs again and leads them up the last stretch of stairs to the top. “Mm-hmm.”

“You know, you don’t seem that impressed,” Cass objects after him. “I was hoping there would be a little more fanfare or someth- Oh shit, I didn’t know there was a rooftop.”

Tucker holds the door open wide for him to invite him out onto it. There was a reason Cassius didn’t know about the damn rooftop. But he needed somewhere with an iota of privacy. The boarding room walls were woefully thin. Most of the conference rooms had at least half a wall  of glass.

Ace wanders his way out onto it in his usual saunter, pockets sliding into his pockets, admiring the skyline painted gold by the afternoon sun, “It’s kinda pretty actually, woah.”

“Yeah. Well. Didn’t bring you up for the view.”

He glances across and smiles, "You’re not gonna throw me off or something are you? ‘Cause that’d be kind of a douche move on our anniversary and all.”

“I just wanted somewhere quiet,” Tucker says, a little clipped. 

“Oh my god, are you gonna propose?”

Enough. Enough bullshit. “There’s something I need to tell you, Cassius.”

Cass frowns at the sound of his own name, and then laughs through obvious discomfort. “Jesus, full name, huh? Someone die or something?”

Tucker sighs, chest uncomfortably tight, pushing his glasses up briefly to pinch the bridge of his nose. He truly fucking wishes he could’ve delegated this task to anyone else. He probably could’ve, on reflection. But wouldn’t that’ve felt like utter shit? He sighs. Bandaid off. Get it over with. “I got a call today. From the Estate.” 

Ace’s face falls with immediate dread. “...They’re not meant to contact.”

Tucker holds a hand up to stay him, “I know. And they don’t. Usually, But the call was abou-”

“No, I don’t care what it was about.” The panic in him is plain, pulse already visible in his throat, speech fast and clipped, “They’re not meant to contact. He’s not meant to contact. It’s in the contract.”

“I know. But this was-”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Exceptional circumstanc-”

“No contact. That’s in the fucking contract-”

“It was about your brother, Ace,” Tucker snaps.

That shuts him up. Cass’ mouth clicks shut in shock, eyes wide and unsure. Tucker sighs again. There's no way to ease into it slowly now that it's out of the bag. His voice softens to take the step off the cliff, “Look, there’s no easy way to say this. Henri passed away early this morning.”

Cass’ face falls in shock. And then screws up in confusion. And then he blinks. Shakes his head. And a smile is creeping on his face. “Alright. Very fucking funny, fuckhead. Haha.”

Tucker shakes his head. “I’m not joking, Cass.”

It takes a moment for it to click. The loose smile hangs there a beat or too, and then slides off his face like melting wax, dread and horror left in its wake, “No. No that’s not right…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. No, he’s not even there anymore.”

“He wasn’t in the program, anymore,” Tucker corrects. “He was still in residence.”

“No. After I left, he had four months left.”

Tucker’s mouth makes a grim line. “He wasn’t well, Ace. We all knew that. After you left, it was determined he wasn’t fit for independent living-”

“No. Shut up.”

“And that he should stay on as a resident. I know how you feel about the place so I’ve been keeping tabs. I didn’t want to tell you because-”

“No. Shut the fuck up up. He only had four months left,” Cass spits, near belligerent. “And it’s been eight months. I was just saying that. It’s been eight.”

There’s nothing for it but to keep going through the protests, “He’s been on a downhill slope for a while. They’ve been trying treatment-”

“No.”

“And different interventions but-”

“No this is… this is a joke.”

“He hasn’t been responsive to them.”

“You’re fucking joking.”

Tucker shakes his head, a little surprised by the genuine pang of sympathy in his chest. Hasn’t felt that in a while. “A staff member found him in his room early this morning. By the time emergency services arrived, it was too late.”

For a moment, Cassius looks untethered. Like Tucker’s pushed him into space and cut the line. 

His voice is weak. Wavering, “Tell me you’re joking.”

The empty wind bats the buildings around them. “I’m not joking, mate. I’m sorry.”

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ.”

Tucker shakes his head, palms up and empty. He wishes he had more to offer. “He’s gone, Cass.”

There is a moment of stillness, where he sees the world ending in Cassius’ eyes. It’s a sinking ship. An exploding star. An atom bomb clearing everything in sight. 

And then Cassius takes off in a bolt towards the rooftop's edge.

Tucker moves before he thinks. He lunges, grabs Cassius by the scruff of the shirt and yanks him back, arms snaking around the idiot’s waist to hold him. They fall back together, landing hard on the concrete, and Tucker holds tight, winded as Cass’ elbow finds his ribs.

“Let me go.”

Tucker holds tight, feet pushing against the ground to pull them both backwards and away from the edge. Cass keeps lunging forward, tearing at his arms. Little shit trying to draw blood.

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ.”

Tucker keeps holding, teeth clenched tight in the effort of it. He has never been more glad that Ace’s little trick falls flat on him.

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ fucking go.”

A hand flies back to bash his face, knocking his glasses half loose. Elbow finds ribs, too-short fingernails scratch and pull at his hands.

“Let me go.”

Tucker shifts their shared weight back, trying to adjust his grip for a stronger hold. Ace kicks his feet like a mad thing, as if trying to knock them both off balance. When that doesn’t work he angles his head down to bite the meat off Tucker’s thumb, earning a sharp yelp, a hand flying, a moment to escape.

Cass makes it all of two steps before Tucker has a grip on him again and is hauling him back down, two hands bunched in his shirt. He pulls him on top of himself like and takes the blows that come before he can fold Ace’s arms up into the vice grip needed to keep him place. He keeps him pinned down with his own body weight, and hand tight around his wrists.

In the helplessness of the hold, the snarling demands crumble into pleas. When the begging proves just as futile, Cass opens his mouth wide and screams. He wails.

The sound is raw and belly deep. An animal screaming in pain and terror and confusion. And in grief. In utter grief. It’s the scream of a kid wanting to go home, in the voice of a barely grown man who knows he doesn’t have one anymore.

Each cry sends electric chills through Tucker’s veins that he doesn’t care for. It rings in his ears and he has to tilt his head back and away from the noise to stand the soul-splitting sound of it. He keeps holding the kid anyway. What else is he meant to do?

It’s then that he knows he was right to bring them to the rooftop for this, despite the near fatality. Out here, Cass can scream. Tucker doesn’t tell him to shut up or clamp a hand over his mouth. And he might’ve had to if they’d still been in the lodging rooms. Out here, Ace can wail his little heart out. The sky doesn’t give a shit. The office buildings don’t care.

He screams. He cries. He screams. He twists his body, he begs to be let go. He screams and screams and screams.

Each burst of sound from is its own living thing. Like one explosion after another. Each one could only be braced through, not avoided, with aftershocks that come in the form of a full-body struggle. Tucker does his best to keep limbs folded tight. At one point he can hear a tear in his suit.

The screams, eventually, turn into sobs. Which in their own time crumble into a broken-hearted weeping.

It’s a strange feeling, echoic and unfamiliar, to hold someone through grief like this. Tucker wasn’t sure there was a soul in the world who’d mourn him this hard if he died. His mother was less likely to waste breath on tears or a eulogy than she was to utter ‘Good riddance.’ and hang up the phone. His own brother, maybe, would at least take a moment of contemplation. Neither of those things were grief. Not this kind. Not this deep.

Eventually, he shifts them so Ace is practically folded in his lap, Tucker’s arm still wrapped around his waist in case a second wind comes. It never does. What churns up instead are confessions of guilt, complicity, regret. One after the other, like rocks falling down a cliff-face.

“I left him there. I fucking left him there.”

Tucker offers the closest thing to comfort he can, unsure if he even entirely believes it, “It’s not your fault, Ace.”

“He was meant to have four months left. It was only meant to be four months.”

“I know.”

“I fucking killed him.”

“You didn’t.”

“I wanna die, just let me die.”

“Not today, Ace.”

“I wanna die.”

He squeezes his shoulder. Rubs his back in a way that he intends to be comforting. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Down below, the traffic is congested and continuous: thousands and thousands of people honking at red lights and swearing at too-slow pedestrians, utterly oblivious to the fact that on a rooftop twenty stories up, someone’s whole world just ended.

Apocalypse in a teacup.

Armageddon in the heart of a twenty two year old.

The weeping does not stop.

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Tender

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

So the winner of yesterday's poll was not this piece but this piece was done so here you go! I wrote this for a weekly prompt for the Art Whumpers Anonymous Discord Server ("Does it hurt?"). Enjoy!

Nathan is good at taking care of injuries, both his own and others'.

Contains: Minor whump (typical childhood injuries), vampires, caretaking, complicated relationships

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“Does it hurt?”

Nathan keeps his voice pitched low as he kneels down in front of Christina. She looks up at him with wide, watery eyes and nods. The gash on her leg is long and jagged and oozing blood, but thankfully it doesn’t look deep. 

“I bet.” He holds out a hand to her. “Let’s get you home. I’m sure some cherries will make you feel better while I clean you up, yeah?”

Her wobbly lip turns up into a bit of a smile as she nods again, this time more confident, and takes his hand. He rises to his feet in a fluid motion, pulling her up with a firm but gentle grip, and takes note of how she staggers and tries to take the weight off of her injured leg. The sight makes him frown. She’s getting a little bit big for it, but…

“Would you like me to carry you?”

Another nod, and Nathan crouches back down to gather Christina up into his arms. She’s heavy, but he doesn’t mind; it means she’s growing. After taking a moment to make sure his grip on her is secure, he starts the trek back up the hill and into town. Christina clings to him the entire time, quiet as ever, her eyes wandering across the landscape. 

When they get home he goes straight to the kitchen. They still have some leftover candied cherries in the cupboard, and he makes up a small bowl for Christina before setting her on a chair. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The cherries were the right call, he decides, as she barely winces when he starts wiping down her leg with a wet cloth. Her focus is instead entirely on the sweets. It gives him the chance to get the wound clean and confirm that it really is as mild as he first thought it was. She finishes her bowl just as he gets the bandaged wrapped around her leg and pinned in place.

“There,” he says, standing back up to look at her directly. “Feel better?”

“Yeah. All better.” Her smile is small but genuine, and fills him with warmth, the same way it does every time he sees it.

“Good.” He ruffles her hair, chuckling at her squeak of protest. “Now, do you want to help me with lunch?”

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“Does it hurt?”

The voice startled him, but Nathan didn’t show it, just kept winding the bandage around his hand as if Priya hadn’t just come out of nowhere. “I’m fine.” 

And he was. His hand still burned from the magical backlash, but it was nothing he didn’t know how to deal with.

“Clearly.” Her voice was as unimpressed as his was. “And I see you have it handled.”

Bandage in place, he looked up at her with as charming of a grin as he could manage. “Yeah, well, I am a man of many talents.” He had to be to survive. It didn’t matter where those skills came from, or what he had to give up in the process.

“Hm.” She pushed off the wall. “Father has a new thrall. I’ll tell Renata to let you have the first claim to them. Some extra blood will help you heal.”

“Oh.” For a moment all he could do was blink at her. It almost seemed like a kind gesture. There was always a chance that it would come with strings attached, but there was no reason for him to turn it down. Not when Priya had a point. “Well, I certainly won’t say no. Maybe I’ll even leave some for you two.”

“Good.” Her voice was a bit softer. Not quite caring, but something close to it. He refused to feel anything at all about it. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

[asjjohnson]

Part 9 of my poll adventure fic. Links: the beginning, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8.

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"So, Mr..."—Lancer narrowed his eyes—"...Phantom."

"Fantom with an 'F', yes," Dan specified.

"Right." Lancer still sounded suspicious. He typed something on a computer for a few seconds. "Hmm... So your son is in his first year of high school... I think we have room for him here." Then Lancer glanced back at Dan. "If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

"Tw— ah, thirty-five."

Dan hadn't put much effort into this disguise. He mostly just changed his coloration to his old human colors.

He'd had to be more creative for his primary disguise. A fourteen-year-old persona couldn't look too much like Danny Fenton, so, no black hair or blue eyes.

Lancer mumbled under his breath, "I wish I'd had that much hair at thirty-five." He cleared his throat. "Do you have young Daniel's school records?"

"He prefers the name 'Dan'."

Lancer nodded. "That's perfectly fine. But I do need those records. As well as his birth certificate, your proof of address, and his vaccination record. ...If you can provide those?" Lancer picked up a piece of paper and slid it around for Dan to see. "You'll also need to fill out this form."

Dan blinked, mouth falling open just slightly.

He had not realized so much would be involved. How would he get a fake birth certificate? Could he just invent an address? Maybe pick a house and take it over?

Dan glanced at the form in front of him.

Phone number. How was he going to get a phone?

Oh well. There was a simple way to handle all of this.

Dan leaped into Lancer and overshadowed him.

"Oh, now I remember," Dan said through Lancer, "you've already shown me everything that's needed. And, well," Dan picked up the form and ripped it in half, "you don't really need this form after all." He dropped the pieces into a trashcan beside Lancer's desk. "What a coincidence that Danny Fenton has the exact same grades as your son up to the CAT. I'll just copy Danny Fenton's information into your son's file, and everything will be finished. Dan Fantom can start school on Monday. Have a nice day, Mr. Fantom."

Dan pulled out of Lancer.

Lancer blinked a few times. "Er... Ah, yes. I believe we're all set here. ...I think."

(This poll's mostly just about what's going through Dan's head and the tone of the next part.)

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[dyketectivecomics]

Alright, doing one more poll bc in my hubris I had forgotten that I abandoned not one, not two, but technically four on-going fics in the Magic Fam AU 😭

This poll will be for 3 of them, bc the 4th was a collab & my coauthor has gone mia but I don’t want to continue it without her (miss ya squids 💕)

So after I catch up on the magic fam prompts in my inbox first…

Synopsis for each of them+a link to my fic collection under the cut:

Link to the Collection on Ao3

Chance Encounters of the Demonic Kind - the Origin Story™️ of how things went immediately after Constantine accidentally summoned Raven & how he and Zatanna ended up taking her in. There’s a few things about this fic that I want to edit & expand on (& ultimately conclude ofc)! But know that it will largely remain intact (at least I’m hoping so).

Arkham Exorcism - a tale of Ravens first Official™️ mission with John & Zee’s turmoil as a backdrop. Oh also the asylum, the ghosts &/or demon that may or may not haunt it, and a couple of cameos from some of our favorite rogues, can’t forget about that. A rlly self-indulgent fic bc I loved (& still do love) the Arkham games & wanted to give two sides of dc a love letter in the form of fic. Similar sitch where I’ve been editing some of the previously published chapters over the years and will be reworking just a bit of it. God it’s really been awhile since I touched it publicly tho akdjksj

Little Miss Moonbeam - Harley & Ivy kind of, sort of, accidentally? maybe not so accidentally kidnap Raven for a road-trip back to Gotham. Naturally, Zatanna is not happy with this, especially give where she & Raven had left things off. This one actually probably has more snippets here on tumblr that it has on ao3, but those pieces are flashes of inspo from prompts. I have the general plot laid out and some scenes here n there in a skeleton form. But this is another one that I’ll be editing just a tad and building up a whole heck of a lot from.

Tbh all three of these are near and dear to my heart, which is probably another reason why I’ve been so paralyzed by indecision on which one to focus on. Hence why im leaving it up to y’all! Thank you everyone who voted in the last poll and thanks in advance to everyone participating now 🙏

[bvannn]

Weekly Update March 8, 2024

I didn’t do as much as I had hoped over spring break due to still being sleep deprived, but tomorrow and the next night I should be able to catch up. I’m making a good deal of progress on stuff.

I figured out animation with Clip Studio enough to make a little gif of Romeo playing piano, to go along with his theme. I’m really happy with how it came out. That’s the biggest song I have ready, but I’m really close on another (unless I decide to get more ambitious, which I might), and I do have a smaller one scheduled to go up Tuesday. I’m feeling surprisingly good about music.

The main problem I’m having is kind of a ‘just finish it’ thing, where I’m just not motivated to go record melodies or melody parts for whatever reason. That’s what’s holding back a couple pieces now, but I’m hoping that I can do some tonight or tomorrow. I’m thinking tonight because I got hit with inspiration for another character theme melody, and I don’t want to lose it while I sleep tonight, but I’d feel bad starting in that when another character theme and some other miscellaneous pieces are also awaiting melodies and recordings. I’d like to knock a whole bunch out tonight, because theoretically they shouldn’t be that bad, the annoying part is dressing them up for use which doesn’t need to be done tonight. Im not sure if I want to tonight because I also want to draw, at a minimum I’ll record that character theme melody.

The other big music thing is a vocaloid cover of a song that I’m using to test out how vocaloid works. I got the audio back from the friend with the voicebanks, and it sounds a lot better than expected! There’s a couple things I do want to tweak, but I don’t think I’d be able to do it from within the program, it’ll probably be more me fiddling with the wav file. Idk song is going surprisingly well, shouldn’t be very complicated to round up instruments, I already got all the plugins set up it’s just a matter of recording. I’ve also managed to find a guy in my area who offers Guitar lessons for cheap, which I’ve been taking and I do think the two I’ve been to are helping. Maybe if I get really brazen I can record organic guitar instead of using a vst, since it should be mostly or entirely power chords, but it’s not the end of the world if I can’t.

I do want to figure out visuals to go with it. I was a little hesitant to really put in a big effort with it, until I heard that buying a license for cover rights is ‘not actually that expensive’. I don’t know if that means 10 or 200 bucks but worst case I can hold onto it until I’m comfortable enough to drop money if it’s really that expensive. I’d like to do a simple music video with the vocaloid character, since the original song’s video is also really simple, although I need to figure out character design. Might throw a few together and put up a poll.

I’ve been trying to get more drawing stuff done too, some miscellaneous animations mostly. I’m really trying to push myself to finish up the timings I need for my commission sheet, and honestly I’m pretty close. I feel bad because I probably will have to increase prices after all, but I’m also offering other options, which can still be cheap. I’m trying not to undercut myself for my level of work, but art commissions are so expensive that I don’t want to be overcharging either. Most of the comms I have done have come with tips, so I guess people are willing to pay a bit more than I was charging anyway, but even then I don’t want to crank the prices high just because a few people are willing to pay more. I’m charging based on time, I just need to sort out how long things take.

Final point, comic writing/thumbnailing is going well, I’m at 25.5/32. Unsure how bad editing is going to be, but I’m kinda editing as I go along so I don’t anticipate it’ll be that bad. I’m expecting to be able to actually start making pages soon. What comes next could either be a continuation or a pitch for the other story. I get more questions about the other story, so I’m tempted, but I also feel like it’s a harder sell than the first. Whatever I need to finish the first one first, and that’s what I’ll do.

I’m still messed up on sleep and flareups are also picking up pretty bad, but only in the mornings, so I bet if I get more sleep they’ll go away too. Either way I do have a consult for the next surgery to deal with that in a couple months, so I should hopefully be okay. Plan tonight is to either draw some more or record some stuff

[backtothefanfiction]

Okay so Nano Update for the day, I did hit the 5,000 word count goal for the day, woohoo. Still not fully finding my stride with my story but I’ll get there.

I am however realising more and more how grateful I am to myself for all the work I did on Angel to give myself a good writing practice. I feel more and more like a proper writer every day to the point it just feels second nature. I am a writing machine!

Thanks to the poll yesterday I did do a little more work on the Peter in the Office piece while at work today in my down time, but it’s still taking me ages to really get into and finish and I don’t know why because I am so excited about the idea and can’t wait to share it with you all. (Maybe that’s why, because I’ve built it up in my head so much.) Anyway, I’m hoping to have it done and posted soon so hopefully I can start blitzing some of the other prompts I put on the kinktober (now kink til Christmas) list.

However after last nights before sleep quick write, I feel like I want to do a couple more going forward just to keep everyone fed and watered while they wait for the big stuff so expect lots of little pieces. They are just so easy to write and leave me feeling all fluffy and fuzzy before bed, or satisfyingly angsty depending on the time of the month.

Anyway, that’s my update for the day. Check in again tomorrow!

[purplefangirl42]

So the poll results were inconclusive 😂

I’ll do the Tech piece for the 100 celebration, because Tech fluff is needed right now. The Rex/Lena thing will get done after I finish editing Fazed. There, compromise.

As for Arcane, the W3 ficlet will be the 100 celebration piece. I promise Strange Turn of Events will get its sequel soon!

Thank you for voting 🥰

Please feel free to send me requests to help keep my brain in working order until these are done!

[obsessedwithkirby]

Ok, so I just finished watching the YouTube video “how many Super Mario games are there NOW?” by Jan Misali, and although it is nearly 1:30 AM, I feel compelled to construct an at least somewhat cohesive piece of writing inspired by it that analyzes one of my favorite series of all time: Kirby. There is no real “Super Mario” term equivalent for the Kirby series, but there certainly are people who attempt to refer to a series of games that they consider to be part of a mainline series, so I will be discussing this supposed mainline series. I have made no poll or anything of the sort to collect data, since 1. the video I’m referencing came out about 3 hours ago 2. I do not have the reach required to conduct a survey that would be useful for my purposes and 3. I am not mentally equipped for longform tasks that may require several disconnected days where I am motivated to continue a project. Thus, this piece of writing will simply show my thought process as I decide for myself what I consider to be a mainline Kirby game.

Kirby’s Dream Land (Game Boy): The first game in this series is fortunately very unambiguous. I feel like there would be very few, if any, people that would disagree with considering this a mainline Kirby game. However, it does introduce the concept of the Kirby’s Dream Land series, as a distinct entity to the mainline Kirby series, which will become interesting as we continue.

Kirby’s Adventure (NES): Right away we get to a weird case because of what I just mentioned in the last sentence. If someone were to define the mainline Kirby series as Kirby’s Dream Land and all of its sequels, then Kirby’s Adventure could feasibly not be considered a part of this series. Kirby’s Adventure is, for all intents and purposes, a direct sequel to Kirby’s Dream Land, but there is also a game called Kirby’s Dream Land 2 which could also be considered a direct sequel to Kirby’s Dream Land (considering its title and potential place in the Kirby’s Dream Land series which I’ll get into more later). This could imply that Kirby’s Adventure is in fact not a sequel to the game Kirby’s Dream Land, therefore excluding it from the mainline Kirby series. However, I do not hold this opinion and I don’t truly believe that anyone else would either.

Personally, I will choose to consider Kirby’s Adventure to be the second game in the mainline Kirby series while Kirby’s Dream Land 2 is the second game in the Kirby’s Dream Land series (which Kirby’s Adventure is not a part of) but I expect that this decision may actually garner some disagreement from others. For example, some may not have any interest in making a distinction for the Kirby’s Dream Land series. I personally find this distinction really interesting and would like to continue discussing it because it is very funny to me how the title of Kirby’s Adventure accidentally implies the existence of a separate sub-series. But actually, there are other reasons that someone might want to consider the Kirby’s Dream Land series as distinct from the mainline Kirby series that may include Kirby’s Adventure in both, so let’s briefly talk about the reasons for and against including Kirby’s Adventure in the Dream Land series as well.

Points in its favor: Kirby’s Adventure was released between Dream Land and Dream Land 2 and is the first Kirby game to introduce copy abilities, which are carried over into Dream Land 2 (as well as most other Kirby games after this point), so it is reasonable to say that Dream Land 2, and the rest of the games in the Kirby’s Dream Land series depend heavily on the existence of Kirby’s Adventure.

Points against it: Kirby’s Adventure is named differently from Dream Land and Dream Land 2 and implies that it is separate somehow. Dream Land and Dream Land 2 were also both released for the Game Boy, while Adventure was released for the NES. Note that using this point as a reason to exclude Adventure from the Kirby’s Dream Land series would imply exclusion for Kirby’s Dream Land 3, since that game was released for the SNES. Kirby’s Adventure does not relate to the same story arc involved in the rest of the Kirby’s Dream Land series. This point is going to be very interesting and I’ll talk more about it as it develops, but for now, the important thing to keep in mind is that Kirby’s Adventure focuses on an unrelated antagonist to the ongoing conflict in Dream Lands 2 and 3 (and potentially later games you could consider as part of the Kirby’s Dream Land series as well). However, this point is weakened by the fact that Kirby and King Dedede, two very important characters to these games, are developed linearly from Dream Land to Adventure to Dream Land 2, assuming you take the release order of these games to be a linear canon timeline (I do, and I will not be discussing other potential timelines any further), as well as the fact that Kirby’s Dream Land (the original) also had a conflict arguably separate from Dream Lands 2 and 3, which would mean that excluding Adventure based on this point might imply that Dream Land (the original) is not a part of the Kirby’s Dream Land series. That last bit does depend however on whether or not you consider Kirby’s Dream Land and Kirby’s Adventure to be equally unrelated to the other Dream Land games. Arguably, the conflict in Kirby’s Dream Land introduces a major character (King Dedede) involved in future Dream Land titles, while Adventure introduces an antagonist (Nightmare) that is largely irrelevant to the other Dream Land titles. You could feasibly argue that Adventure is actually a spinoff of the Kirby’s Dream Land series with this logic, even though this would make little sense from a gameplay perspective.

Personally, I find that my criteria for the mainline Kirby series is more dependent on gameplay than my criteria for the Kirby’s Dream Land series, which I consider to be a narrative-defined subseries, so I include Adventure in the former and exclude it from the latter.

Kirby’s Pinball Land (Game Boy): This would probably never be considered a mainline Kirby game. However, it does allow me to mention another subdivide in the Kirby franchise among fans, which is major versus minor spinoffs. That said, I think this game is unanimously considered a minor spinoff.

Kirby’s Dream Course (SNES): This is another game I think would be universally considered to be a spinoff. However, I could see some divide on whether or not it is a major or minor spinoff. This game is certainly more popular than some other minor spinoff candidates like Kirby’s Pinball Land, and it is arguably more complex and unique compared to other candidates. It also introduces Keeby, which must count for something. That being said, I would personally still consider it to be a minor spinoff. The arguments for this case are that it deviates rather heavily from the gameplay in mainline Kirby games (this is a vague point that entirely depends on what your line is for what does and does not contain substantial gameplay similarities [likely relating to action platformer elements] to the mainline games, and I will discuss this more later) and that it does not have any sort of substantial narrative, which are what I have discerned to be core parts of what creates a distinction between minor and major spinoffs.

It is now 3 am so I am going to stop writing this

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Tis the season I suppose, idk why but I’ve been so productive lately with writing. I can’t believe I’ve been finishing fics! I’m all set with the winter solstice event, just finished the first draft of the otp prompts, shared the next chapter of the sibling verse with vordark my beloved, and added another scene to devour even though I said it might be done. That’s honestly the only one I’m iffy about right now, I do think this is a good spot to end it but I almost feel like something’s missing? But that’s kinda the whole point. Cause this isn’t supposed to be a normal lots of love happily ever after. It’s a plethora of emotions, like yes they stay together but at what cost? And was there ever really a choice? But how could there even be another option when they’ve proven time and time again their love is true? Idk I’ll sit on it for a little bit.

Really my only ongoing WIPs at this point are midnights and the sibling verse. The former I should write more of since I’ve only written the first three chapters. The latter I’ve low key been updating weekly, but it’s been so easy to do. I just need time to sit and write it since all the planning for the major things are done.

This burst of energy is making me ambitious and wondering if I can maybe tackle some works that’s I’ve been dreaming of but never thought I could pull off… decisions decisions

I have a poll in my drafts that I plan to also post as a new work on ao3 for 24 hours. I just have so many ideas and I want to get to them but it’s just so impossible. Plus I kinda really want to work on being better at prompts, I’m so self indulgent that it makes me terrible at writing prompts. It’s why I don’t openly accept them, though I always gain inspiration from chats with fellow shippers.

I talk a lot about community and fandom, because that truly is why I love it so much. I love the interactions we have and how we build each other up, but a lot of the times it feels like I’m just screaming by myself over these two idiots who are so in love it kills me. *sigh it really doesn’t help that I have very strong opinions and reactions towards certain ships. Plus I’m in the minority of being a strict fluff lover, this ship is way too tragic for me I can’t bear it. I don’t want angst, I’m not interested in it nor do I want to be. Life is too depressing already, so please don’t add to it in fiction.

I’m just a fangirl who wants to read about her ship falling in love and making it work over and over again, is that too much to ask?

Update: I have like five things in my drafts ready to post, updates for midnights, sibling verse, devour, and the last entry for the year of the otp prompts! Also have a poll for what to work on next cause I apparently have a thing for starting multiple WIPs at once *sigh. I also need to make a draft for my winter solstice piece cause I’m done with that. Will also consider leaving flowers for my fav winter fics, but that will be on my main account most likely cause I do like to keep my fangirling separate when I can

[daydreaminglifelesslove]

Well isn’t that one if not the only most expected in some cosmically funny way and yet also the most mentally and emotionally fucked up versus ever. There might be an expected outcome to how this ends, maybe not.

If there is: For c!Etho to outlive and win with the guilt and emotions and need and regret of the guy he loves so, so much. Willing to use whatever it takes. And yet, in the end he promises a life a piece of himself and soul to bring him to yellow for a kill. Bringing his path straight to the very Red Life (Grian) who accidentally and/or purposefully murdered two Reds (his best friend, his ally’s) for betrayal and killing your own before. Least Impulse or Grian who was voted out of this poll can’t take Bdubs away from him now. It’ll have to be him or Bdubs who wait for a day as the votes tally who survives and the hourglass time runs out like every other time before and who it’ll feel like their own personal hell and punishment of doing the deed themselves: stabbing the person’s heart and soul again, until they’re gone. Bdubs had outlived Etho twice…in 3rd, for at least an episode and a half. And double life? not for very long at all. Etho gets to know something like those moments so well. Even if the family dynamic of the Clockers is weird, Bdubs is still loyal to him, and to the family. And yet we never do see those complete and the hidden moments in his perspective, it wasn’t made, it sucks and I understand and yet it’s also so interesting. Perhaps they both could never live long when the other is dead.

Anyway I’m may be going off and be busy today but if anyone after or before the poll is done wants to write or/and draw really any of the vs but especially this one much appreciate. Still might sketch something if I can, will not be totally quick like some more talented people in a few hours time to make and finish a well done piece. Still if i do it, it’ll be an experience either way. Even if I don’t finish till the polls completely done.

Anyway I went off my mind about c!Ethubs. It’s incredibly funny. Even though it also makes me go feral rabid and in pain. Even though the series are over. God they’re so fucked up and wonderful and codependent and deeply tragic. I do not know who to pick. Both options and the end picture in my mind are sad and bad in a good painful way. So I’ll just decide later.

Also have strike through and not propaganda ig.

MCYT RELIGIOUS GUILT OFF R3 MATCH 2

BDOUBLEO100 (HERMITCRAFT/3RD LIFE) VS ETHOSLAB (LAST LIFE)

BdoubleO100: "i keep thinking about him not posting his perspective and being a resource monkey for the clockers. he’s doing penance… feeling guilty over what’s to come… working himself to the bone as punishment for sins he hasn’t even committed yet………. something about this block character reads as though he has some enormous deep-seated shame that even he’s barely aware of. perhaps he feels the weight of all the souls he took in past life series and has no idea what to do with that burden so he throws himself into work and loyalty as if to earn some form of redemption even though he already knows how this story ends."

Ethoslab: "Oh, y'know"

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

First Time With Hajime Iwaizumi

Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f!reader

Prompt/summary: When you went to your boyfriend’s apartment, it had started raining heavily, keeping you stuck there with him for the rest of the day. You couldn’t have cared less, though when the two of you decide to watch a movie, there’s less movie watching than there is kissing. You couldn’t help but think about how heated the kiss was and wondering if Iwaizumi might want to have sex with you, because lately you had been thinking you wanted to have sex with him for the first time. After 9 months together, you were ready, but you didn’t know if he was

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Mostly vanilla, light nipple stimulation, soft first time sex, virgin reader with a more experienced Iwaizumi. Strong language, fluff, 18+

Notes: It took me such a long time between writers block, hating my original idea, trying to write this fast and giving up to work on something else, and then today getting interrupted a lot while I was proofreading it, but I finally finished Iwaizumi’s first time chapter! I still have a few poll posts to finish writing, but I’m going to be making a masterlist that I’ll pin to my page and check off as I finish each post that I’m supposed to be doing! It’ll help me see it and do them faster hopefully! I hope that you enjoy this chapter. It doesn’t have many kinks and it’s more of a gentle sort of smut, but I think he’d be gentle for your first time 😌

I’m not 100% sure this is my best piece of work, but I have re-wrote this chapter more than once and I really just want to post it. I worked for 4 hours on this today, so even if it’s not my best piece, it’s a piece 😭🙃

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Your fingers slid along your boyfriend’s muscular back over his shirt, feeling his muscles move as he shifted on top of you. His tongue was in your mouth, swirling around your own while his hand slid along your side and edged beneath your shirt in a teasing way. You gave a soft moan against his mouth, craving his touch more than anything right now. It was pouring rain outside today, but the booming thunder that shook Iwaizumi’s apartment building hadn’t so much as even slightly stolen your attention away from the man on top of you.

Iwaizumi’s lips left your own, wet and trailing down your jaw. You leaned your head back on the sofa, taking this chance to catch your breath while his mouth sucked lightly on your skin. This wasn’t the first time that one of your make out sessions had gotten this intense, but things felt different this time in a subtle way. His hands felt more desperate to feel more of you, his mouth seemed to suck differently on your skin. He seemed more comfortable and more purposeful with his kisses.

And you weren’t complaining one bit, only giving soft moans beneath his hands and mouth and squirming on the sofa. Iwaizumi’s teeth gently nibbled on your skin as he made his way up your neck with quick kisses. When he pushed his lips back to yours, it had seemed more forceful than the last kiss. You turned your head as the man caught your lip between his teeth and gently nibbled on it, cheeks flushing as he grinded himself down against your thigh.

You were a virgin, never going any further with Iwaizumi or anyone before him than making out and touching each other beneath or over your clothes. When you had gotten with Iwaizumi, he’d told you that he had sex in the past a couple of times, but it had been a little while when you’d gotten together since he’d had sex. The two of you decided to take things slow because you weren’t ready, neither of you finding no real reason to rush into the more physical aspect of relationships, though now the two of you had been together for 9 months and you were thinking that you were ready for the next step.

You had wanted to thank the man for being so patient with you and never making you feel like you had to rush to do something that you weren’t ready for, and more so-than that for him never making you feel bad for not being ready, however Iwaizumi had claimed that it was the bare minimum that he could do for you and you didn’t need to thank him for not forcing you to have sex with him.

Iwaizumi was everything to you, and as the heated kiss persisted tonight, you thought that you were more ready than ever before.

Your hand pushed up into his hair, cradling his head and keeping the man as close as you could. A soft hum came from him as he shifted a bit so that he was hovering over you more rather than keeping his body pressed against yours, but he didn’t dare break the heated kiss. You were grabbing onto each other desperately as Iwaizumi’s hand slid up your side and groped at your breast over your shirt while you balled the fabric of his shirt up on his shoulder in a tight fist.

“Mn, Hajime,” you started through a muffled voice because his lips were so heatedly pressed against your own. Hajime pulled back a little bit, finally breaking the kiss and looking down at you.

“Yeah?” You looked into his pretty green eyes, cheeks warm as you thought about what it might be like to feel his completely naked, muscular body pressed against your own. “You alright, princess?” He asked, gently brushing your hair away from your face. “Is it too much?” He asked, watching as you shook your head.

“No, I was wondering…” You chewed on the bottom of your lip, trying to think of what to say. “Hajime?” He hummed again, looking at you curiously. “I want to have sex with you.” He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, chewing on the inside of his cheek at your words.

“You do?” You nodded, watching the man seem to search your eyes as he tried to sense any kind of hesitancy or sense that you were trying to convince yourself that you were ready for his own benefit. “Are you sure that you’re ready?” He asked, watching as you nodded again.

“I’m ready.” You promised, giving his hair a gentle tug. “I want you, Hajime.” He licked his lips and nodded, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his own against yours.

“When do you want to do this? Is this something that you’re wanting now or later?” He asked, trying not to sound too eager as his cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of finally really touching you. Of feeling your body against his own and sucking on your nipples while he buried his fingers deep inside of you. He couldn’t wait to have sex with you in all honesty, but there was a small part of him that also didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to make you feel rushed or uncomfortable in any way; there was never a time that Iwaizumi wanted to make you feel like you were anything less than the love of his life, and he didn’t want to start having sex with you if it was going to make you feel like you were more of a sexual thing for him to play with whenever he felt like it. He truthfully loved you in a more pure way than he’d ever loved someone, and he would feel like shit if you felt like you weren’t as important as you were to him.

But your nod eased his worried thoughts as you looked up at him in the same way.

“If you want to tonight then I’m ready.” Iwaizumi licked his lips, eyeing you for a second before nodding. You leaned up, closing the small gap between the two of you and kissed him. He kissed you back quickly, pressing down more onto you and relishing in the feeling of your lips on his. You pulled back after a second, but staying close to the man. “Can we go to your room?” You asked, watching him nod before he moved off of you.

“Okay, let me just…” he trailed off, shutting the tv off and offering a hand down to you. You sent the man a smile and grabbed his hand, letting him help you up and lace his fingers between yours as he brought you to his room. He peeked at his dog that was sleeping in his dog bed and let you walk in the room first before shutting his bedroom door and looking back at you.

His bedside lamp was on so he left the overhead light off and leaned in to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His lips were warm as he kissed you, making you feel warm inside as the soft kiss persisted. You suddenly pulled back, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with you while you walked backwards to the bed. You’d spent the night here a couple of times, but only the past few times Iwaizumi had started to sleep in the bed with you, usually sleeping on the sofa to make sure you were comfortable at his place.

Iwaizumi sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed onto your hips as you straddled his waist and leaned down to kiss him. He pulled you close by the waist, kissing you deeply and giving a soft hum as you shifted on his lap. He gave a shaky breath into the kiss as you gave his hair a little tug. Iwaizumi slowly started to lean back, pressing a hand behind him to help ease him back on the bed as he brought you with him and continued kissing you.

You got comfortable on his lap, though this time you could feel the erection in his jeans pressing against you as you sat on his waist. You flushed, gently rolling your hips against his crotch and earning a soft moan from the man into the kiss. You hadn’t ever felt an urge like this to be so close to the man, but as he slid his hand along your back and side, you couldn’t help but wanting more.

Thankfully for you, Iwaizumi had wanted this just as much as you did. As you teasingly rolled your hips on his erection, he suddenly moved the two of you, breaking the kiss in the process and earning a shocked yelp from you that quickly turned into a laugh as you looked at the man while he got situated on top of you. He sent you a smile, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he leaned down and started to kiss along your neck again. You laid your head back on his bed, giving a soft hum as his tongue slid along your neck.

Your fingers tugged at the shirt that he wore as he sucked on your neck, though it didn’t catch his attention until you spoke.

“Hajime?” Your boyfriend hummed, pulling back a little bit and meeting your eyes. “Take this off?” You asked, gently tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. He nodded, moving back and sitting up on his knees to strip his shirt off. You couldn’t help how you instinctively bit your lip and stared at the man in awe as he tossed his shirt aside. This wasn’t the first time that you’d seen him shirtless, but this time it was different. A soft chuckle came from Iwaizumi as he noticed your staring, snapping your eyes away from his abs.

“Like what you see?” He teased. You smirked a bit, nodding and looking along his body one more time.

“Yes, but I think I’ll like it more when it’s pressed against me.” A small smirk crept onto Iwaizumi’s face as he reached a hand down and helped you sit up.

“In that case, we should take this off.” He said, sliding his hands slightly up into your shirt. Your heart started racing in the best way possible as you met his pretty eyes again. “Can I?” He asked, waiting patiently as his warm fingers rubbed your lower ribs. With a little smile, you eagerly nodded and lifted your arms to help the man take the clothing off of you. You reached back to slide your bra clasp off while he tossed your shirt aside. “Hmm, that’s better.” He said, cupping his hands around your breasts while you tossed your bra aside. He gave your breasts a light squeeze that earned a soft moan from you and made his cock ache in return.

“Much better.” You agreed, smiling as he leaned in and slowly laying back on the bed with him. He smiled as well, pushing himself against you and relishing in the feeling of your nipples pressing against his chest while he kissed you.

Iwaizumi’s warm body felt better so snug against your own than you had thought it might. You wrapped your arms around the man and held him close, gently tugging on his soft hair and earning a small moan from the man into your mouth while he started to grind himself against your thigh. Iwaizumi’s fingers slid down your side, slowly inching towards your jeans. His fingers fiddled with the button for a moment, maybe waiting for you to push him away or change your mind, but as you only turned your head and deepened the kiss, he pushed the buttons through the hole and slid the zipper down.

Your boyfriend pulled back and looked down at your jeans before looking back at you.

“Can I take these off, too?” He asked, sliding his hand along your thigh. You nodded and watched as he moved back and sat back on his legs to give him more space as he started to slide your jeans off your hips. You lifted your hips up, making it easier for the man to slide your jeans down your legs. He licked his lips as he looked at the simple blue thong that you wore and tossed the jeans aside. “You’re so pretty, baby.” He said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your stomach before moving back up and kissing you.

While he pushed his tongue into your mouth, you reached down, sliding your hand along his abs all the while, and fiddling with the buckle of his belt. You squirmed lightly on the bed beneath the man as he pressed against you; it wasn’t as if him being so close to you or feeling yourself getting so wet was a new sensation, but the difference now was that you were going to have sex with the man on top of you. It wasn’t so much losing your virginity that was scary, but the anxiousness of wanting to do good for him was building up inside of you as you started to take his belt off.

Iwaizumi’s hand slid up your side, cupping around your breast and giving it a light squeeze as he turned his head in the kiss. He suddenly pulled back as you tossed his belt off the bed. You looked at him, cheeks flushed and slightly panting as he met your eyes. He cupped your cheek in his hand and smiled gently at you.

“Is it okay with you if I taste you?” He asked, gently grinding himself against your pussy. You gave a soft hum at the sensation and nodded. He leaned down and pressed one final kiss to your lips before moving down between your thighs and bringing your legs around his shoulders. You shifted on the bed, leaning up a bit on your elbows and looking at the man as he pulled your underwear to the side and pressed a kiss to your thigh.

Iwaizumi got comfortable between your legs and leaned in, slowly licking a line along your folds as he closed his eyes. You gave a soft moan, biting down on your bottom lip and reaching a hand down to run your fingers through his hair. He kept his eyes closed as he enclosed his mouth around your clit and licked at it while he gently sucked. You gave another moan beneath your breath and shifted against the man. He was the only person who had ever done this to you, but you couldn’t imagine it feeling better than how he was doing it, especially as he brought his fingers around and teased your entrance with his middle finger.

“You’re pretty wet, baby.” He suddenly said, peeking up at you. “Does it feel good?” You nodded, watching as he swirled his tongue around your clit and gently pushed his finger inside of you. You gave a soft moan as he pushed his finger as deep inside of you as he could and enclosed his mouth back around your clit. His fingers had made your own seem pathetic as he rubbed inside of you, making you squirm against his face, though he could have cared less about it as he only gently squeezed your thigh in his free hand.

“Oh, fuck Hajime,” you mumbled beneath your breath, leaning your head back as you rested back against your elbows. You closed your eyes, letting your mouth hang open with soft pants and moans while the man softly sucked on your clit and pumped his finger inside of you. Iwaizumi slid his finger out of you, rubbing your entrance with his middle and ring finger teasingly before gently pushing both of them inside of you. A soft whine came from you as he started to pump both of his fingers inside of you and gave a soft hum against your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, licking your clit and earning another moan from you. In the past you had been hesitant to have sex because you were worried you would get attached and they would leave you, but Iwaizumi was different and you knew he was. The two of you had known each other your whole lives, and despite being so unsure in past relationships, you were never once left questioning how Iwaizumi felt for you at any point. Even when the two of you argued, you knew that he still loved and cared about you.

Iwaizumi sucked hard on your clit, making you moan and squirm against him while his fingers brought you quickly to an orgasm that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to deny.

“Ah, fuck, Haj, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your lip. Iwaizumi stayed quiet, moving his fingers fast inside of you and edging you closer to an orgasm as he licked and sucked on your clit. “Oh, Hajime! Fuck— fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out again. Your toes curled as you reached your orgasm around his fingers, squirming on the bed and moaning loudly as his mouth kept sucking on your clit for a few seconds after you reached your orgasm.

You were left panting for a moment as the man pulled back, licking along your folds one more time before he moved your legs and leaned up to kiss you. Tasting yourself on Iwaizumi’s lips was something you never thought would be so sexy, but as you kissed him back and his tongue pushed into your mouth, it was hard not to like it.

Suddenly, Iwaizumi pulled back and cupped your cheek in his hand.

“Did it feel good for you, baby?” He asked, watching as you licked your lips and immediately nodded.

“It felt so good.” He smiled a bit and leaned down, kissing your neck a few times before you chewed on your lip and slid your fingers up into his hair. “Hajime?” He gave a soft hum in return to your words, but he didn’t pull away from your neck. “Can I suck your cock?” He pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before leaning back a bit.

“Do you want to?” You nodded, watching the man move off of you and offering you a hand. You let him help you sit up, feeling embarrassed as you were so exposed but being thankful that you had even a tiny bit of clothing on with your thong still on your body, though slightly pushed aside from when Hajime was down between your legs.

You moved off the bed with him, getting down on your knees while he stood in front of you and waited patiently while you reached up and slid the button of his jeans free. Iwaizumi gave a soft hum at the feeling of the pressure releasing on his hard cock more, excitedly waiting for you to suck on his cock. You slid his jeans zipper down, though you couldn’t help but indulge in the urge to lean in and press a kiss to his abs while he watched you. You pulled back, sliding his jeans off his muscular thighs and taking a moment to stop and look at the bulge in his boxers that was eye level with you while he stepped out of his jeans.

“Scared?” Iwaizumi asked with a teasing little smirk on his face that only grew when you looked up at him.

“So not.” He chuckled, watching as you started to slide his boxers down, though jumping back a bit in shock when his cock slapped up against his stomach. He laughed again at you, missing the way that it made you flush in embarrassment. “Shut up, Haj.” You grumbled, gently giving his abs a soft slap that only seemed to make him laugh that much more.

“Okay, okay— I’ll leave you be.” He said, reaching down and playing with your hair while you reached up and grasped his cock in your hand. He licked his lips at the feeling of your slightly warm hand holding onto his cock. He had no issue waiting as long as you wanted, but Iwaizumi couldn’t help his cock twitching in your grasp now that he finally felt something more than his own hand touching himself. The most you had done was grope his cock over his jeans or occasionally over his boxers, but that was all. “Take it slow, okay.” He said, watching as you looked at his cock in an almost confused kind of way. “Just relax your jaw so it won’t get as sore.” He told you, watching as you peeked up at him and nodded before leaning in. You licked the tip of his cock, making him twitch in excitement at the stimulation of your warm tongue before you took his cockhead into your mouth.

In theory, you knew how to suck on a dick, but in practice you had no experience and it was nerve-wracking. You wanted nothing more than to make this first time between you and Iwaizumi good. To make him happy and bring him as much pleasure as he’d brought you, though it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders even as you thought about how simple it must be to suck on a dick.

You sucked on his cockhead, slowly taking more of his shaft into your mouth while you sucked as hard as you could on his cock and earned a soft moan from the man as he grabbed tightly onto your hair. You kept your eyes closed and tried to bob your head at the same time as you sucked on his cock.

“Mmm, good job baby.” He said as you took his advice and kept your jaw relaxed while you took his shaft into your mouth. You gagged when his cockhead bumped against the back of your throat; it wasn’t all that bad to suck on his dick, though you thought his soft moans were only making it more fun to pleasure him. He swallowed hard, giving your hair a gentle tug. “Use your tongue a little bit more.” He gave you some more advice, something that you took as you tried to slide your tongue around his shaft while you bobbed your head and sucked on his cock. Iwaizumi moaned again and leaned his head back. “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

You tried taking more of him into your mouth and down your throat, gagging again as he only held onto your hair to merely hold you rather than to shove your head down, though he had to admit that it was a little bit difficult not to thrust his hips into your mouth, but he bit back the urge to and rubbed your forehead with his thumb as he peeked down at you even though your eyes were closed.

“Mmm, it feels so good, princess.” He praised you, knowing that you had always liked to be reminded you were doing good at things that were either new or familiar; he had earlier on figured out that praise was something you thrived on and he knew he was going to need to praise you out of his ass in the bedroom. While he had always had a bit of a degrading kink, it was simple to praise you and tell you that you were doing good. “Go at your own pace, baby.” He said, as you forced more of him down your throat. “You don’t have to deepthroat it if you don’t want to.” He assured you, giving your hair a gentle tug and relaxing his head back. “Mmm, fuck…”

While appreciating it, you ignored his advice and took his cock as deep as you could in your throat and made the man give a drawn out, low moan as he grabbed tight onto your hair.

“Fuuuck,” he mumbled breathlessly, biting his lip and enjoying the feeling of your mouth around his shaft. It had been so long since he had felt any kind of stimulation on his shaft aside from his own hand, but it had always felt so much better when someone else touched him. You being the love of his life had made the pleasure that much more intense. “God, keep it up like this baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You thought about what it might be like to taste his cum— what it might taste like or what it might be like. How much he would cum and what kind of sound he would make as he came in your mouth. His moans now were enough to make your clit throb as you sucked on his cock. As you kept bobbing your head, it got a bit easier to multitask in sucking on his cock and moving your tongue around his shaft. Iwaizumi softly panted as you brought him closer to his orgasm. You couldn’t help but notice how clean Iwaizumi had smelt as you got closer to the base of his cock and gagged around him. It made your eyes tear up as you sucked hard on his cock and earned a louder moan from Iwaizumi.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon, baby.” He said, tugging gently on your hair while you bobbed your head faster around his shaft and sucked on him. Iwaizumi gave a moan, grunting softly as he clenched his hand in your hair and fought the urge to push himself further down your throat. You slid your tongue around his shaft as you sucked harder and made his cock twitch in your mouth as he moaned and felt himself cumming into your mouth.

Soft moans came from him as you kept sucking on his cock for a few seconds longer before pulling back with a quiet ‘pop’ and swallowed the cum in your mouth. Iwaizumi licked his lips as he looked down at you and panted softly.

“Fuck, that felt so good.” He mumbled, letting your hair go and sitting back on the bed while you smiled at him and stood up. “You did such a good job, baby.” He said, reaching up and cupping your face in his hand to bring you down and kiss you. He reached down, sliding your thong off your legs and bringing you closer so you would sit on his lap. He kissed you deeply, his hand sliding up your bare body and cupping your breast in his hand. “Are you ready?” He asked, pulling back a little bit and holding your face.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You nodded, earning a soft nod from the man in return as he helped you lay back down on the bed and leaned over you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips and gently grinding himself against you. It earned a soft moan from you as his cock rubbed against your clit. “Mmm, Hajime…” You mumbled against his lips.

He pulled back, reaching down and spreading your legs apart a little bit more on the bed. He grasped his cock and gently rubbed his cockhead against your entrance and clit, pressing his forehead to yours while you softly moaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing against you.

“I’ll be so gentle.” He promised as he lined his cock up with your entrance. You smiled a bit and nodded, cradling his head in your hand and keeping your forehead pressed against his.

“I know you will.” You whispered as quietly as he had, gently tightening your hand in his hair while he rubbed his cockhead against your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked as you nodded, closing your eyes and staying close as the man gently started to rock his cock inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut and gave a whiny moan as he slowly pushed more of himself inside of you. You knew by looking at it that it was going to hurt as Iwaizumi stretched you out with his cock, but you were so unsure of what it was going to feel like to have his cock inside of you that you were left squirming a bit. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly, stopping his movements until you nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head quickly.

“No, please don’t stop.” You said softly. He nodded gently, slowly starting to move inside of you again and making you moan. You bit your lip, trying to hold still while he pushed himself inside of you and giving a shaky moan when he was all the way inside. Iwaizumi stopped moving, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Tell me when you’re ready. I won’t move until you are.” He promised, pressing his forehead back to yours while you softly panted at the mere feeling of his cock all the way inside of you. Iwaizumi slid his hand along your side, groping at your breast and gently rolling your nipple between his fingers while you adjusted to his size.

“Okay,” you started as he relaxed on top of you. “I’m ready.” He nodded gently, moving his hand to hold himself up better with his hands on the bed beside you. He slowly started to move his hips, making you give another whiny moan as soon as he started to move.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to, okay.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips as he started to gently rock his hips against yours. You only nodded, grabbing tightly onto his hair and grabbing tightly onto his shoulder with your other hand. He slowly pulled himself almost all the way out before gently pushing himself back inside of you. “Mmm, fuck…” he mumbled, going as gentle as he could as you slowly started to sound less pained and felt more wet around him.

“Fuck, Hajime…” You mumbled, staying close and keeping your eyes shut as he rocked his hips gently against you. It was starting to feel better and he knew it was; your moans were less high and pained and instead started to get lighter and more pleasurable as he slowly moved himself inside of you, though your pussy was still clenching tightly around him. “Fuck, it feels good—” You moaned, curling your toes against the bed as the man on top of you started to rock his hips against yours at an even pace.

It felt so good with him inside of you that you had almost regretted not doing this with him a long time ago, but you weren’t left with much time to regret the past as Iwaizumi moved down and started to kiss your neck. You moaned and leaned your head back as Iwaizumi sucked on your skin, his hand grabbing your arm and pushing it down on the bed and off his shoulder so that he could push his fingers between yours and hold your hand while he rocked himself inside of you.

“God, you’re so tight.” He whispered, pressing another kiss to your neck. “It feels so good, baby.” He mumbled, kissing your skin gently and pressing the bridge of his nose to your jaw as he felt your pussy squeezing around him even more.

“Mmmm, Hajime— you’re so big,” you moaned out, grabbing onto his hand tighter while he quietly moaned in your ear. You leaned your head back further and arched your back on the bed, pushing yourself against the man more. “Ah, it feels so good,” you moaned. “Hajime— please, go faster, go faster.” Iwaizumi pressed another kiss to your neck and gave a soft, shaky moan as he started to move his hips a bit faster against yours.

His hips hitting yours had elicited a stream of the sexiest moans that Iwaizumi had ever heard from you, and he didn’t want it to stop. You clenched around him more as your fingers held tighter onto his on the bed. You squirmed beneath him, your hand tightening in his hair. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned as the man sucked a small hickey onto your neck while his pelvis hit against your clit with every thrust he gave inside of you.

“Fuck, Hajime!” You moaned out, curling your toes harder against the bed while he nibbled on your neck. He reached down with his free hand and wrapped your left leg around his waist to get a bit deeper inside of you. You moaned louder this time, leaning your head against his and holding tightly onto him. “Ah, it feels so good!” You moaned out pathetically through soft whimpers, tightening your leg around his waist. “Fuck!”

Your breasts bounced against his chest more as he started to move a bit faster, listening to you carefully to make sure that you weren’t in pain. You moaned as he moved a bit faster and squirmed beneath him. He kissed your neck, leaning back afterwards and looking down at you as he thrusted inside of you. He bit his lip and gave a soft moan around it, watching your eyebrows furrowing upwards as your mouth hung open with moans.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he said, squeezing your hand tighter. “You’re so fucking beautiful. It feels so good around me, baby.” He moaned, holding tightly onto the bed beside your head. “God, you’re so tight,” he mumbled, keeping a steady pace inside of you and making your pussy clench around him.

“Hajime, I’m gonna cum again!” You moaned, curling your toes tighter as he thrusted inside of you.

“Go ahead and cum if you want to, baby.” He said, leaning down and kissing your neck. “Mmm, you can cum around my cock. Make me feel good, baby. Cum whenever you want, I’m not gonna cum until you do, okay?” He kissed your lips gently. “Here, let me help you out.” He said, bringing his hand down and rubbing your clit before you had time to wonder what he meant. You moaned suddenly, curling against the man more while he added stimulation to your pussy and making you clench around him.

“Fuck!” You moaned, pressing your forehead to his collarbone and sliding your hand from his hair down to his shoulder and digging your nails into his skin as he thrusted into you. “Hajime, please— go faster!” You moaned out. He did as you asked, making you moan louder as he rubbed at your clit and made you squirt suddenly around his cock. “Ah, fuck!” You moaned, laying your head back against the bed and squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck, Hajime— it feels so good,” you moaned, scratching at his back while he pounded inside of you. He could have cared less as you scratched at his back, only adding to the pleasure he was feeling as he thrusted inside of you quickly.

Iwaizumi gave a soft grunt as he pressed his forehead to yours and grabbed the bed sheets rather than rubbing at your clit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” He moaned in your ear, leaning down to press his forehead to your shoulder as he tried biting back moans to hear your own moans and screams while he hit deep inside of you and took your virginity. He relished in the thoughts of being the only person who’s ever heard you moan and whimper like this. To be the only person who’s felt your pussy clench so tightly. To be the only person who’s felt you cum around his fingers and now around his cock.

You were still tight, bringing him close to his orgasm. He clenched his jaw, grabbing tightly onto the sheets and getting closer to his orgasm with each thrust. You moaned loudly, curling your toes tighter while he pounded into you and made your pussy clench tighter. He panted, pressing an absentminded kiss to your shoulder just a second before he bit down on your skin and made you moan in shock as he pulled himself out of you and came on the sheets between your legs.

He panted, laying down on top of you and relaxing on you as he caught his breath with you.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, not bothering to move as he held onto you. “That felt so good.” He mumbled.

“It did feel good,” you said, looking at the man as he laid on your chest. He pulled back a bit, pushing himself up on his tired arms and looking at you.

“Did you enjoy it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, watching as you quickly shook your head.

“It felt really good.” He sent you a little smile and leaned down to kiss you gently.

“Good.” He relaxed back on you, pressing his head to your shoulder as you slid your hand up into his hair and kept him close for a few more minutes. The two of you were quiet, catching your breath and relishing in the feeling of your sweaty bodies pressed together. He suddenly pressed a kiss to your skin and spoke up again. “Do you want to take a shower while I clean up?” He asked, pulling back to look at you. “I’m gonna change the sheets. If you’re hungry I can make something to eat.” He said, brushing your hair back and looking sweetly at you.

“Will you… shower with me? And then we can change the sheets and make dinner together?” You asked, watching his lips curl up into a little smile as he nodded.

“If that’s what you want, I’d love to.” You smiled and nodded, watching his own smile grow as he pushed himself up off of you and stretched his body out.

“Alright,” he extended a hand back out to you. “Come on, baby. I’ll wash your hair for you if you want me to.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Take Me, I’m Yours

(the highest voted options on the poll were ‘Geralt rescues Jaskier from trouble’ and ‘Jaskier riles the Captain up in public’ so I teamed up with the ever-marvelous, stupendously talented @limrx to bring you this Swashbuckling AU oneshot/art piece featuring a horribly jealous Geralt and a frisky, flirty Jaskier)

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“Do you think he likes me back?” Jaskier asked. He leaned over the ship’s railing to look more closely at the dolphin following behind them. Lambert didn’t think he’d fall overboard but it would be kind of funny if he did. The strange young nobleman did have a way of always landing on his feet, though. 

“I know he does.”

“Well how come he hasn’t told me anything about it, then?” 

“You’ve met the Captain, right? About this tall, long white hair, weird yellow eyes, emotionally incompetant?” 

“You have a good point. Should I just confront him about it?”

“Yeah, sure.” Lambert rolled his eyes before shooting Jaskier a pointed look. “If you want to send your ransom note back to Lettenhove the following morning.”

“Fuck. I just want to kiss him, Lambert. Regularly. I want to know if he snores or not. I want to lay on the deck beneath the stars and talk to him like we’re friends and not just pirate and pseudo-pirate-captive. I really want to see what his ass looks like under those godsforsaken trousers, Lambert, it’s killing me not knowing.”

“You’re more insatiable than a siren during the rainy season,” the second mate teased. “But with fewer teeth.”

“Shut up.”

“Are you going ashore when we lay anchor?”

“Am I allowed?”

“I assume you’ll be allowed. You’re practically part of the crew. You’ve been aboard for nearly two weeks and you’ve pulled your fair share of the weight, if not moreso.”

“Why thank you, Lambert. I appreciate you noticing.”

“Of course, Jaskier. You may be an utter fool and a fop to boot, but at least you’re a hard worker.”

“Asshole.”

“Mhm.”

They both watched the dolphins for a minute in silence before Jaskier’s face split into the most heinous and dastardly grin. It filled Lambert with an unmistakable sense of fear and worry. “I have a brilliant idea. I know how to get Geralt to admit his feelings.”

“No, absolutely not. I am not getting roped into this, you horrible little minx. Don’t give me that look! I won’t help you this time!”

“But Lamby-bert,” Jaskier whined. “If he has someone to take all his frustrations out on in bed then I’m sure it’ll be easier to negotiate for higher shares next time we take a vessel.”

Lambert did not miss the fact that Jaskier said ‘we’ when referring to the crew. The second mate knew the little nobleman was here to stay; it had been clear that Jaskier would be sticking around from the moment Geralt first laid eyes (and hands) on him. The Captain hadn’t stopped looking out for the lad since. Lambert wasn’t even going to think about that singular flirty kiss atop the mainmast nearly a week and a half ago. Geralt had been pining after the acrobatic little idiot ever since and making absolutely no move to flirt back. It was driving the crew absolutely crazy. “Alright, you devilish siren. I’m in.”

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Jaskier cleaned up nice.

And he deserved to clean up nice. He’d worked hard to put this outfit together. Billy had lent him a pair of dark blue breeches in return for Jaskier’s help with mending the mainsail. The shirt he was wearing was half a size too big, which was exactly big enough for the neckline to plunge even lower than he usually wore it. This way it revealed more of his toned (and rather hirsute) chest. He’d borrowed it from Starkey, who was the same height as him but who had much broader shoulders.

The Captain was going to absolutely die when he saw Jaskier.

He whistled a rather naughty shanty as he exited the bunk room and made his way towards the gangplank where Starkey, Lambert, and Eskel were waiting for him. He spun in a quick circle, arms out to show off his clothes. Lambert and Starkey whistled appreciatively and Eskel hid his face in the palm of his hand. “Ready, boys?”

“Absolutely not,” Starkey smiled. The first mate standing next to him tilted his head back to look at the sky, sighing deeply.

“Are you sure about this? What if the Captain tries to kill Lambert?”

“He won’t be killing anyone. Hopefully. If he does run his sword through anyone, it will most likely be me,” Jaskier joked. “Now, this is my first time drinking with real pirates. Anything I should know?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Eskel suggested. Lambert bit back a laugh and Starkey snorted.

“Impossible.”

“Well then, let’s go.”

The four men made their way down onto the docks and through the sparse crowd of sailors and merchants still mingling in the evening light. Starkey led them to a decent tavern and found a vacant corner table, which gave them an excellent view of the door.

Geralt and Starkey had spent the morning selling their stolen cargo to various merchants, shopkeepers, and artisans. The Captain had divided up the gold between his crew according to their various contracts and Jaskier, more as a jest than anything else, was given two crowns as well. “For not dying,” Geralt had intoned seriously. The men were amused but Jaskier’s face had gone bright red with embarrassment. The young noble had talked them out of trouble with the Skelligan patrols twice last week and Geralt was repaying him with public humiliation? Lambert knew that the Captain’s earlier actions were about to make this evening a lot more entertaining (if slightly uncomfortable) and he was ready to get this show on the road. He flung an arm around Jaskier’s waist and ordered them all a round of ales.

“So everyone knows what the general goal here is, right?” Jaskier clarified.

“Yes,” Eskel nodded. “You’re using Geralt’s jealous nature to make him act on his less than subtle feelings for you.”

“Correct. Wonderful.”

Lambert squeezed the noble’s hip through his borrowed pants and Jaskier huffed indignantly in reply. Starkey chuckled softly at their antics and winked at the barmaid when she brought them their drinks. “Can’t wait, really. It’s been so boring lately and the last two ships we took didn’t even fight back. This is drama. This is entertainment!”

“Shut up, Starkey,” Jaskier pouted. He leaned back into Lambert’s embrace and gulped down half his ale.

“Slow down, kid,” the first mate teased. “Or you will be drunk when he gets here and your plan won’t work.”

“I need to get the pink in my cheeks or I’ll look suspicious,” Jaskier argued. “One ale should do it without getting me tipsy. Maybe two if it’s weak.”

“Method actors,” Lambert rolled his eyes.

Jaskier was sipping slowly at his second ale and the other three pirates were on their fourth or fifth when Geralt finally came barreling through the tavern door. “There you are!” Eskel shouted, waving the Captain over. Nobody missed the barely-hidden glare Geralt aimed at Lambert’s arm where it rested against the nobleman’s lower back.

“Captain,” the second mate nodded.

“Lambert. Eskel. Starkey.” Geralt greeted them all in turn.

“Heyyyy,” Jaskier whined, leaning forward against the edge of the table and pouting. “What about me, sir?”

“You.”

“Rude,” the brunette huffed. Lambert ran a lazy hand up and down his spine and Jaskier watched as Geralt’s eyes narrowed into slits. He sighed sadly and melodramatically into his mug and nodded once in the second mate’s direction. “Thank you, darling. At least someone in this crew likes me.”

Starkey saw Geralt’s eyelid twitch and slid Eskel two crowns under the table to settle their bet. He thought the vein on their Captain’s throat would show up before the eyelid went, but it must have been the first mate’s lucky night this time around. “Hey Eskel, let’s see if any of the lovely ladies here want to dance with us, eh?”

“You coming, Captain?” Eskel asked. “Seems like Jaskier and Lambert are a bit busy.”

“Yes, Geralt,” Jaskier egged him on. The Captain had a white-knuckled grip on the handle of his mug. The noble took a long swig of ale and licked a bit of foam from his lip when he was finished, noting the way Geralt’s eyes locked onto his mouth. “Why not go dance with a pretty lady. Certainly nobody else has your attention.”

The pirate Captain finally snapped. He slammed his mug down and reached around the table to grab Jaskier around the waist. He hauled him out of the second mate’s grip and onto his feet. “Captain, what are yo-”

“Yer coming with me, siren,” Geralt snarled. Lambert relinquished the nobleman with very little fuss, winking at Jaskier as the pirate Captain swung him up and over his broad shoulder. The young man flashed all three of his co-conspirators a thumbs up as he was carried out of the tavern like a sack of potatoes.

“A little rude to Lambert, don’t you think, sir?” he asked, resting his elbow against Geralt’s shoulder blade and settling his chin onto his hand. He crossed his ankles to make it easier for the pirate to balance his weight comfortably. “But they’ll be happy to know that our little plan worked out.”

Geralt stopped in his tracks but did not set his captive down. “Your what?”

“Our plan,” Jaskier explained as if bored. “To get you to finally do something about all this sexual tension between us. I kissed you on the mouth for fuck’s sake.”

“I thought it was an accident.”

“Oh, and saving you from hanging at the hands of some Skelligan officers, was that an accident? Not sending a ransom note last time we stopped for water and not turning you in for the reward in Novigrad, were those accidents too? There is a hefty bounty on your head, White Wolf, and I could be living independently in a castle somewhere right now except that I happen to find you endlessly attractive and fascinating.”

“Hmm.” Geralt resumed walking. Jaskier noticed with a smirk that his pace had picked up quite a bit. As if he was suddenly in a hurry to be somewhere.

“Hum dismissively all you like, sir, but you’re still carrying me back to your cabin to ravish me senseless, are you not?”

“Ravish may be the wrong word for what I’d like to do to you, but you do look rather tempting.”

“Thank you. I put a lot of effort into this ensemble.”

“You’re a calculating little nymph, aren’t you?”

“No, of course not. I only managed to secure a bunk aboard the Kaer Morhen and wrap its infamous captain around my finger in less than a month. I am but a silly nobleman with excellent dexterity and a penchant for climbing.”

“Lambert was right to call you a minx.”

“He does love that nickname.”

“It’s not an endearment.”

“Whatever.” The ground shifted and Jaskier knew they were making their way up the gangplank and back onto the ship. This was the part he’d been waiting for! Geralt kicked in his cabin door and stepped inside, turning to close and lock it behind them. Jaskier wriggled impatiently. “Set me down!”

“Hmm, no. I rather like the view from here.”

“Excuse me?”

Geralt gave him a gentle smack on the ass, almost a pat really, and huffed out a laugh at Jaskier’s offended noise. “You’ve been an awful lot of trouble for a nobleman and a captive.”

“I’m barely a captive, Geralt. Give it up already.”

“You haven’t signed the book.” He set Jaskier back on his feet and looped his arms around the younger man’s waist to pull him close. “You’re still a captive until you swear on the book and sign your name next to the others. Then you’ll be part of my crew.”

“I have yet to negotiate for my shares,” the brunette stated. He tilted his chin back, baring his neck slightly and offering Geralt his ale-damp lips. “Ten crowns after every capture and I get to sleep in here with you. That sounds fair.”

“You’re a good worker. Seven crowns, you can sleep in here with me, and you can borrow my bandannas whenever you want.”

“Even the red one?”

“Especially the red one.”

Jaskier’s soft pink mouth brushed against the pirate’s as he murmured his answer: “Deal.”

Geralt’s lips crashed against Jaskier’s with the strength of a wave hitting the side of his ship in a maelstrom. The Captain’s mouth was so warm and his lips moved against the younger man’s with almost frightening determination. As if he was trying to prove himself. His arms were strong around the nobleman’s lower back and his white hair brushed deliciously against the skin of Jaskier’s neck.

“You’ve bewitched me, body and soul.”

“Oh, Geralt,” the younger man sighed, opening his mouth to let the other in. I never thought the word ‘plunder’ could apply to kissing but here I stand, corrected by experience yet again. The White Wolf of the Seven Seas pulled away, made breathless by a young and foolish nobleman in search of adventure.

“I’m not a siren, you know. Not even a little. My family’s estate is landlocked.”

Geralt’s fingers rose from his waist and brushed against his cheekbone reverently. Those amber eyes, so cold and focused when he shouted orders or intimidated a merchant captain, were looking down at Jaskier with such devoted tenderness. The ex-noble felt his heart fill anew and double in size. There wasn’t enough room in his body to hold all of this feeling.

“Kiss me again, Captain. Take me to bed.”

“You’re too good at tempting me. You must be evil.”

“I assure you,” Jaskier smirked, ripping Geralt’s shirt over his head in one smooth movement. “I am.”