#and idk like maybe i don't want that to be here

[hel1nn]

Satoru gojo fic recommendations !

— he fell from the sky! By @satorunigojaloo

It's a really beautiful series ugh what do i say now. satoru drops *crashes* Infront of reader and reader decided to help him recover from his injuries and during all of that a strong bond forms between you and toru.

Note : make sure to check @/satorunigojaloo 's masterlist,more excellent works of her are there ♡

— double trouble by @moon-catto

Because of a curse satoru is teleported back in time ^.^

— in a few years : part 1 | part 2 by @noroi1000

This one is also about time travel:3

Note : make sure to check @/noroi1000 's other works by scrolling through her blog,more excellent works of her are there ♡

— gunshot of love by @faevi

Smutttttt,dark content and gun play but nothing dangerous and fluff

— Lonely together by @/satorunigojaloo

Roommate toru,bsf to lovers.

— come with me by @/satorunigojaloo

Fluff and lil angst,roommate toru

— belong with me by @chuluoyi

Reader is megumi's sister here and is practically raised by satoru,at some point reader falls in love with toru . And satoru is like 10yrs olders than reader maybe

— heartbreak hotel by @/chuluoyi

Exes of one week to lovers ^.^

— fear by @/chuluoyi

Yeah this one made me cry but angst with a hapi hapi ending ^.^

— everything,but not anything by @/chuluoyi

Angst with a little comfort in the end

— found you by @/chuluoyi

Part two of "everything,but not anything" , comfort/no angst

— between us by @feelstora-quotes

Angsty:( but i love teacher toru ^.^

— older bf!toru by @sttoru

HELL YEAH I LOVE OLDER TORU

— satoru gojo x oc ! reader by @asdfghjklmals

This one is such a unique series,i love it.

— the devil's hour by @sltoru

A fic inspired by a manhwa called "tears on a withered flower". Reader gets cheated on by her husband but satoru saves reader and later she founds out satoru was a boy she met when reader was a small girl:3

— teacher satoru x student reader

Smutttttttttt aghhhhh Idk who's the owner of this drabble but all credits goes to them. I lovveeeeeeeee older toru.

— tell me you don't want me by @awearywritersworld

Satoru falls for his dead best friend's sister,you. Angst to fluff

— step on me by @/sttoru

Angst to fluff ! its always satoru who snaps at reader but this time reader snaps at satoru

— but daddy i love him by @jeankluv

A mini series where you meet satoru at a library, later your parents warn you about how much of a bad person satoru is but satoru proves their words wrong.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

REMY!!! REMYYYYYY

"Beyond Misconceptions" is EXACTLY what I needed today oh my GOD my anxiety has been acting up and this was such a tonic 🥹

The fact that Joaquin is the kind of lover to truly and selflessly go "if you'd be better off with someone else, then I want that for you even though it would break my heart" but then he is so comforted I'M CRYING I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH

Also, bc you said requests are open, if it's not too much to ask... could we maybe get something where Joaquin is very serious about reader and wants to introduce her to Sam and has a convo w Sam about how he feels? Idk if that's too sappy ofc you don't have to im just swooning thinking about it 👀 - ips anon

Between Sips

about this: wc: 658, characters: joaquin torres, sam wilson (f!reader mentioned), contents: alcohol mention, canon typical injury, joaquin’s a simp, SAMBUCKY if you squint, an: hope u enjoy this my sweet love & as always thank you for your support! <3

danny ramirez characters masterlist

Joaquin stands up from his desk, walking across the room to plop down on Sam’s. “Hey, come get a drink with me.”

“Man, I’m going home. To bed. You see this?” Sam points to the sling his arm is in.

Joaquin raises a brow at him, “What if I add in pizza?”

“Dude—“

“I wanna tell you about my girl. Please?” He presses his palms together, pleading. 

“Oh now you wanna tell me about your girl? After I’ve got a couple of broken ribs?”

Joaquin tries to bite away his grin but can’t. “You getting the shit beat out of you kinda made me realize I want you to meet her.”

“Little shit— you’re getting me dessert too,” Sam grumbles, grabbing his bag and heading toward the door. 

“That late night cookie place is right across the street,” Joaquin calls after him.

—

Sam watches Joaquin fidget with a smirk on his face. He’s never really seen the man like this, he’s always overly confident. “So, you gonna stall until the food gets here to stall again or—“

Joaquin’s grip on his beer tightens as he gazes down into the amber liquid. “Nah, man. I just, I don’t know— I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

Sam sobers a little bit, realizing how serious Joaquin is. Sitting up, he leans in a little, curious.

“Tell me more.”

Joaquin takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It was kinda random, y’know? One of those things where you meet someone and think, this person might change my damn life.”

Sam raises a skeptical brow, waiting.

“I met her on a mission—nothing crazy, just some intel work. She clocked me right away, which should’ve been my first clue she was special.” Joaquin huffs a small laugh, shaking his head. 

“She’s got this way of looking at me, like she already knows what I’m gonna say before I say it. And she’s funny, man. Not just funny—sharp. Quick with it. Keeps me on my toes. But she’s also… sweet. Kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back. And when I’m with her, it’s like—” He stops, searching for the words.

Sam tilts his head. “Like what?”

Joaquin’s grip tightens on the beer again. “Like I don’t have to be anyone but me.”

Sam lets out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Joaquin laughs, feeling a little shy. “Yeah. Damn.”

“Can I see her?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Joaquin fishes out his wallet, pulling out the photo booth film strip he keeps there. 

Four photos, all of them where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you— not when you were looking so angelic. Looking at the photo along with Sam makes him miss you more right now. 

“Oh, she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

“I…I would do anything for her. I think anything, for real.”

“Would she do the same?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Sam nods, taking a pull of his beer. “And have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Joaquin’s cheeks warm. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “Was hoping you could give me some pointers?”

Sam sighs. “Maybe I can finally give you some after this weekend.”

“Finally gonna tell him, huh?”

“Yeah, I think it’s about time. He’s got a weekend off appearances, we don’t have a mission. I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, letting his eyes drift to the mounted tv screen playing an old sports game. 

“It’ll be perfect man. Just be yourself.”

Sam scoffs playfully, his eyes returning to Joaquin. “How’d you end up giving me pointers?”

Joaquin shimmies his shoulders. “Must be the natural leader in me.”

“Yeah, yeah. So when am I meeting her?”

“I don’t know, let me pull up our calendar,” Joaquin starts to type in his password, scrolling through the date. 

“Our calendar? As in your shared calendar with her?”

“Fuck off.”

Sam can’t stop laughing. “I can’t wait to tell Buck.”

lmk if you'd like to be on the sfw (or nsfw for 18+) joaquin taglist!

sfw joaquin taglist: @magikdarkholme, @plan3t-plut0, @mewmew222, @linnygirl09, @ezhz444, @karmaswitch, @badbishsblog, @glader13, @how2besalty, @happypopcornprincess, @hiireadstuffsometimes, @lisiliely, @spider-steve, @nolita-fairytale, @hrlzy, @faretheeoscar, @giuliahowlett, @abriefnirvana, @fanboyswhore9 , @sidkneeeee, @sophreakingfunny, @heartbreakgirlism, @peachyxlynch, @lomlbuckybarnes, @a-randomscrub, @ajcs150, @glimodejun, @isuckatmath, @arsonhotchner, @moonymeloncholymoney, @sidkneeeee, @galaxywannabe, @retrosabers, @marchingicenotes7

[millyphobic]

꩜ .ᐟ IN HIS DEFENSE... ★ FT. DAD! LEON KENNEDY

── .✦ "It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you, even if you were his own flesh and blood. Right?"

wc :: 1.5k

cw :: dddne, dad-daughter incest, fem!reader, panty stealing, very pervy and pathetic leon, male masturbation, extremely shitty porn titles, one? serious reference of suicide towards the end, probably spelling mistakes galore here idk anymore

note :: hi! I DONT CONDONE THIS IRL. moving on. also if you don't like this, dont read this and block me; it's as simple as that. this shouldnt come as surprising to see on my blog since it says in my pinned that there will be dark content here. but anyways, im surprised I actually wrote this and just didn't get lazy

Leon needs to be executed via firing squad. Forced to his knees one last time by as group of men but instead of a cumshot he just gets shot in the head.

But that's far into the future. Hopefully. Maybe.

"Dad! Are you even listening?" You sigh and poke him on the side of his face, your nose all scrunched up like he was a homeless man and not your father. Which at the moment, he wishes he was just a random homeless man and not your father.

"There's nothing behind that shit. Put it back," you huff, jabbing a thumb at the dryer he moved out of place so you can check behind it. Because after doing a load of laundry, you finally caught onto the fact your panties have been going missing.

It only took you a month to figure that out. At least you haven't connected the dots to figure out he was the one taking them.

In his defense, you came back from college as a total babe. Picked up the ways of sorority girls or something because you showed up at his door for summer break in miniskirts and tube tops with your tits nearly spilling out of the fabric. A lonely, divorced man like him was now graced with the presence of a girl that could have walked out of his favorite porno. It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you after all this time, even if you were his own flesh and blood.

Right?

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't know what to tell you." He clicks his tongue and acts all confused for you, even offering a head tilt like some stupid mutt. Funny enough, he's a pretty decent liar when he needs to be. He pushes the dryer back into place, swearing under his breath about some shits too fucking heavy or whatever, leaning against the machine and groaning from the dull ache in his back.

"Maybe I can give you some money to buy some new ones?" He offers, wanting to switch the topic before guilt starts creeping up on him and makes him a stuttering idiot. "You know Daddy can get you whatever you want? It's just one pair of underwear, right?"

"No, actually," you counter, folding your arms over your chest. Makes your tits squeeze together nicely in that stupidly small crop top of yours and his eyes wander. Only for a second, though, before they snap back to your annoyed face.

"I think at least five have gone missing."

Okay, he did not take that many. Or did he?

"That's so weird. Don't know how that can be happening." He lies through his teeth, and yup, he can feel the familiar stab of shame in his lower ribs as he speaks. Maybe he should just take himself out before he can do worse to you.

You just shake your hand and wave him off, already making your way out of the basement by climbing up the stairs.

"Just make sure some pervert isn't breaking into here or something. I'm gonna kill myself if some creep is using my clothes to jerk off."

...

It's a good thing you are clueless, then.

Leon is addicted to a lot of things. Alcohol. Porn. Especially porn. His taste has changed over the years but there's always been a level of depravity in what he's watched that he can't seem to shake off.

From Busty Milf takes her Loser Son's Virginity to Daddy SLAMS his Little Girl while she Cries. Even the occasional Bitch Boy gets Torn Up by Gross Perv when he's shitfaced and thinks of Krauser a little too much in all the wrong ways.

But after going through Motherless with a fine-toothed comb, most of the videos he watched nowadays have a very ugly word in their titles. It's like a swear word at this point, one that leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. Like the bar soap his mom would shove in his mouth when he said something bad.

Son, you can't say the "I" word! That's a sin you know, loving your family in the wrong way.

If there’s such thing as hell, he’s going to be stuck with the devil himself.

It’s midnight. He can hear you snoring in your childhood room with all your fluffy blankets and army of plushies he bought you over the years, so loud that he wonders if you’re actually okay. It must be a genetic thing because he snores just as loudly, if not louder.

Just thinking about your similarities makes him feel even sicker.

He’s got his laptop propped on in his lap and lo and behold, your dirtied panties in your hand. Already used, dried cum crusted on the gussets.

Sweats pulled down enough for his stiff cock to rest against his abdomen, he feverishly browses the porn site for “the right” video. He could stop but at the same time, he just can’t. He’s too far gone, too deep into murky waters to stop now. Can’t get off the vanilla shit anymore, all it does is make him sleepy.

The thought of you, the fantasy of having you, is his new high. And as he clicks on a grainy old vid saying something along the lines of real dad and daughter, your panties are like the purest form of coke as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

It's been a day since he's taken this pair, his latest steal from you, and yet most quickly dirtied. Snatched right up from your laundry basket after you went out for some errands in the summer heat, sweat and musk permeated into the pretty white cotton. He knew he fucked up the moment he had them in his hands, knowing you'd easily notice their absence since it was less than a day since you wore them. But...he just didn't care enough at the moment to think rationally.

While you showered he had the scrap of fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off so hard and fast, it hurt. He knew he deserved that pain; he knew he deserved worse. But the pleasure that followed after he came was too good, even when he cried and even when he had to wipe his tears away to greet you after your shower.

Guilt. Shame. It lingers. It stains. But it's not enough to get him to stop. Leon has a routine at this point: eyes fixed on his laptop screen and watching some girl get fucked silly, take quick puffs of your panties, and squeeze his dick to make himself cum as fast as he could. It's animistic how he gets himself off, the pain and the pleasure a punishing sensation he couldn't resist.

When did he fall so low? Perving on his own daughter? Sure, he didn't raise you all that much with running around all for the government but still. He was there when you were born and graduated high school. But that all felt like years ago with a whole other person. You left with a round baby face and came back looking so different.

Sharper in spirit. Sharper in attitude. All scowls and side eyes and stink faces. The clothes got smaller, your voice got firmer, and your personality got a factory reset. Now, you're just a textbook definition of a brat.

You're a different person in Leon's eyes. That's what he told himself as he suckles on the gussets of your undies to get just a taste of your cunt, barely able to keep back the whines rumbling in the back of his throat. Your scent has him intoxicated, the sweet musk making his morals nonexistent. All he can do was stare at his laptop screen in borderline envy, wishing he was having depraved sex with you and not this random couple. They're ugly anyways. They're probably not even related.

They're all liars, fucking dirty ass liars who just want to ruin his mind. That's right. He can't control the way he feels about his daughter but these people can control what incest bullshit they put out there.

Sick fucks, all of them are sick fucks!

Leon's orgasm takes him by surprise. It's sudden and raw and has him all frazzled. He can barely stop himself from jutting his hips off the bed and spilling all over his hand and stomach, your underwear held so firmly to his face he is fairly sure he was trying to suffocate himself there. He even whimpers like a bitch, sounding even more pathetic than he already is.

It takes a handful of deep breaths to steady himself, or somewhat breaths of air since he can't bring himself to pull your panties away from his nose. Dick's all soft in his hand but he's frozen, the porno ending and automatically rolling into something different.

Stepdaddy fucking beautiful teen daughter !!!

Tomorrow Leon will leave enough money to buy the best pairs of underwear for you on the kitchen counter. And then he's going to kill himself right in the front yard.

[delicatetigerobject]

he doesnt know how to do feelings

also

maybe he finds it easier to convey/express his emotions/feeling through means other than directly stating them to people, like how he distances himself from el and tries throwing hints that he doesn't expect her to pick up on when he realizes that he isn't actually in love with her how he thought he was. or like how in the st2 scene above, he says that to will when will isn't himself, when Mike isn't sure that will is even going to remember that he said that, while in the st4 scene (also above), he likely isn't sure how to continue the conversation after the things Will said. In the script, it says that Jonathan, one of the people who knows Will best, being his older brother and all that, notices that 'Will is not just talking about El -- but also himself.'

Mike, as we know, is one of the other people who knows Will best. This is shown in st1, when Mike says he recognizes Will's voice on the walkie-talkie, but Lucas and Dustin think that it's just a baby or interference or something. Joyce, aka Will's mother (another of the people who know him best) is the only other person who recognizes Will's voice just by the sound of his crying through the phone, and both of them know that he's in pain, so this is sort of proven by those scenes. But anyway, since Mike likely knows Will as well as Jonathan does (or at least close to that point), he probably noticed the same thing that Jonathan did when Will said those things. And if I were him, I'd probably have the same reaction.

Now, I know he definitely noticed that Will was crying (he's looking at him in the st4 screen cap in the og post I'm responding to), but considering that he's probably thinking about what just happened (and the implications of those words), coupled with his pre-existing issues with communicating things and his shitty way of expressing himself that he seems to be developing from his internal dilemma (aka internalized homophobia lol) that have been sort of growing inside him since at least the end of st3, at least, he almost definitely doesn't know what he's even supposed to say, (I can almost hear fanfiction here- 'he almost definitely doesn't know what to say- I mean, what is he supposed to say, "Sorry I made you cry, but I wasn't sure what to make of that because it really sounded like you were talking about yourself there, but you were talking about El needing me and being in love with me, and if you were talking about yourself then that'd mean that you were in love with me", and there's no way he could say that'- lol) and so he just kinda lets it happen.

Not to mention that his response to Will's heartfelt speech is just 'You really think so?' and nothing else. Not like, 'Thanks Will, you really are a great friend, I'll patch things up with her soon' or 'Thanks, but I really don't think that she needs me anymore, it feels like she's growing out of me, y'know?', but just... 'You really think so?'

The difference between these two scenes above, imo, is how easy it is for Mike to share his feelings. In one, (the st2 scene), Will is possessed, and Mike knows that he can't really hear him, so it's easier for him to say how he feels to someone who isn't directly and entirely Will; While in the van scene, he's just been hit with a veiled love confession that, considering the evidence, he likely recognizes for what it is, a veiled love confession- from, I might add, his gay best friend, the same gay best friend whose LIPS HE KEEPS LOOKING AT (like DUDE you're literally staring at his lips, the closest is glass Michael 😭🙏), and since Mike is at that point dealing with internalized homophobia (evidence/example: 'We're friends, we're friends' and 'It's not my fault you don't like girls!' Again, the closet is glass.) So y'know, he's gonna have a reaction that has... the exact opposite effect that he probably wanted it to.

but most of this is probably just me projecting

anyways sorry for the little rant idk exactly why I wrote all that and i'm not gonna reread it and try to make it make more sense, I just sorta needed to get my thoughts out a bit because I've been hyperfixated on Stranger Things (and Byler) lately and haven't really had a chance to talk about it. you don't have to read all this, and if you did, please feel free to contribute or correct me on something here, because I actually haven't even gotten to episode three of st4 yet even lol and I haven't watched the van scene. I just read a shit ton of theories and posts which you cant do without spoilers. and also I read the script for the van scene.

anywho feel free to correct me on anything or to add on to what I said, I'd appreciate it, and again, sorry about the infodump

MICHAEL WHEELER!!!!

why do pull THIS romanticism when he's LITERALLY POSSESSED

but on a LONG-ASS CAR RIDE

YOU MAKE HIM CRY!?!??@!?@!?23!?@!@?!?@!?#@?3!?3

[captainthisshipinmyhead]

A Helping Hand- S. Aizawa

Shota Aizawa x AFAB!Reader

Summary: It's a sex pollen fic, I think we're all familiar with the concept at this point.

CW: smut, coercion/dubcon (since it's sex pollen, but swear they want it), unprotected p in v sex (don't be dumb), missionary, oral (f rec), NSFW!!!! DNI if you’re a minor WC: 6,991

A/N: Yayyyy I worked on this one for so long!! I have the most trouble with ending fics so it took me a long time and idk if I'm totally satisfied with it but it's the best I've got. Picture found on Pinterest but unfortunately could not find the artist name... so sorry but please comment/tag the artist if you are able! **Y/H/N= your hero name, Y/N = your name but I'm sure you're aware ;)

You walked along the barren city street, with swinging arms and a tune in your brain as you patrolled the practically empty area. The section of the city you were in really only sees business and foot traffic midday, when the corporate buildings on the outer parts of the city are open and the people working in them come out to get refreshments from the small mom-and-pop cafes dotting the streets. By sunset, this area is usually clear- businesses locked up and lights off. This is the scene you were surveying now. You couldn’t wait until you had more than just a year’s experience under your belt as a pro hero, then maybe you would be recruited for patrol in more interesting parts of the city- maybe you’d stop a lot more villains! The thought snapped you back to the present, as you realized that in order to get where you want to be you had to be vigilant in the here and now, no matter how boring it may be. 

You thought of the faceless villain that was currently on everyone’s radar, and who everyone wanted to put behind bars at the moment. There had been reports for a few weeks now of a villain hitting some heroes in attacks with a very, very strange quirk. This villain is suspected to be working alone, and with the little that is known about him it is unclear if he has any intentions other than incapacitating the heroes he encounters. The quirk they possessed was……well, to be quite honest, still kind of a mystery to you.  Everyone who had previously been affected by it and lived seemed to be so…secretive? No, no that wasn’t the right word. Ashamed? Ashamed seemed more like what the poor pro heroes who had suffered the quirk felt when their experience was over. A few had died from the quirk when the villain had first gotten on the scene. The unfortunate martyrs had taught the doctors what was needed to eliminate the effects on the body and save the lives of those that came after them. You didn’t know exactly what it was the cure was for being struck by the quirk, but you knew that it was commonly known above more higher-ranking heroes as well as any healers that worked with heroes, so you weren’t too concerned. If you or someone you knew got hit with it, someone would be able to help you, you were sure. Ever since those first unlucky few, those that followed had all pulled through with this “cure”. Being as new as you were on the scene, you didn’t get told every little detail of everything that went on on the streets, not yet anyway. You knew that one day you’d work your way up the hero rankings and be a role model for kids around the world, but you’d start slow. Which was why, for the time being, you didn’t care if you were a newbie on some “need-to-know basis” status– one day, you’d be high in the rankings and save countless lives.

You began walking around the corner of a building onto the next city block. You had still had your head turned to the street you were leaving, however, so you bumped into someone seemingly walking in the opposite direction. Apologies were leaving your lips before you’d even brought your eyes up to meet theirs. You’d barely been able to get out two words before you began to choke, though. 

When your gaze focused on the person standing in front of you, still choking, you watched a too-wide grin spread devilishly across a sunken face. The reddish-pink cloud of– smoke? Dust?-- was still thick in front of your face, but it had dissipated just enough to see their large teeth glint in the late afternoon sun. You grabbed at your throat as if you were truly choking, trying to capture a breath that didn’t suck down another mouthful of that tainted air. You were utterly useless, pathetic, as your knees buckled and you took staggering steps toward the person you were SURE was the villain who had claimed so many victims as of late, fitting the description of his attacks to a tee. Normally, you were much more lithe and quick- having the speed and agility of a cheetah has its perks. But it appeared as if the substance he emitted had affected not just your respiration, but your body seemed weak as well. He slipped away easily, your brain barely registering your disappointment in yourself that you couldn’t do more. Your vision was going black around the edges, so you slumped to the cracked street, hoping that you could calm down enough to ask for an assist. 

After about a full minute of slowly pulling in clean air, your vision was beginning to clear and you were able to activate your earpiece to call for help of any nearby heroes on patrol who weren’t too occupied at the moment. Your voice was gravelly from the amount of coughing you’d done, and it began to take on a strange breathy, husky tone that you weren’t sure you were intending. You almost sounded sultry. But that’s ridiculous. You also couldn’t help but notice how hot your body was starting to feel. As if you had a bad sunburn, your skin was warm to the touch and felt like it was burning from the inside out. It was becoming painful, you realized. And your breathing… oh god, again your breathing was changing- speeding up to short breaths and gasps, feeling as though you couldn’t get quite enough oxygen in, but it was different than a few moments before. It wasn’t so much as if you were choking anymore but like you were exerting yourself. You figured you’d hold off to tell anyone that until they arrived in person…. You were sure the entire city’s hero network on patrol and on call didn’t care for you to drone on about details when they were probably all busy themselves. 

So you kept it short and sweet, and you let them know you suspected an attack from that villian who’d been going on a rampage lately and you just needed someone to help you get to medical to get fixed up.

With a truly impressive speed, you heard the comms activate in response. A man’s voice burst to life in your ear. “Y/H/N? Stay where you are, I’m close to you. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.” That voice, it was familiar… It was broody and deep, it was….sexy. You shook your head and reprimanded yourself internally. That voice that was so familiar, sexy as it was, shouldn’t be distracting you at the time. You should focus on getting your breathing under control and taking a hold of your senses in case any other villains popped up in attack. You couldn’t stop replaying the timbre of the man’s voice though, thinking it sounded almost like Eraser- 

No, you cut your thoughts off forcefully, You’re thinking with your-rather feverish- body at the moment instead of your head. 

Surely the hero coming to help you out wasn’t the one man you had a disgustingly desperate crush on- that had to be wishful thinking, some fantasy conjured up by your love sick mind. He’s your coworker, and while he’d been nothing but nice to you each time you’d seen him you’d only had a few conversations that you severely overanalyzed in your head. When some of the pro heroes went out for drinks after shifts some evenings, it’s like he got awkward when you arrived and drifted to the sidelines, choosing to watch rather than engage. It made you wonder if he didn’t quite like you, and the thought of that being a possibility made you sad.

“Eraserhead? You sure? If you need backup I think I’m only a couple blocks behind you, just let me know,” a female hero’s voice in the comms responded to the one before it.

 Oh god. Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. It was him. Exactly as you dreaded, the man who was currently on his way to your aid was Eraserhead of all people. If you didn’t keel over and die from the quirk’s effects themselves, you might just die of embarrassment from knowing that your personal hero, and man that you had a not-so-small crush on, was coming to help you in such a vulnerable and powerless state. You felt so puny and helpless, you could almost cry. You also felt…. turned on. God, were you sick in the head? Why were you getting turned on at a time like this? And… and had your cycle come early or was that increasingly damp spot between your legs coming from something else? Your mind was running circles, thinking desperately of ways to just calm the fuck down before Eraser showed up that you hadn’t been paying the most attention to your surroundings, and the dark figure who dropped onto the sidewalk merely 2 feet from your burning hips startled a squeak out of you. Taking in the person, you sighed in relief and also internally went into panic mode as you saw that it was him, peering down at you warily, as if he weren’t sure if the quirk you were under was contagious or something. You were able to get out a “thank you for coming” before he knelt down and softly placed a hand on your elbow. 

“Can you stand?” He asked, and you nodded shakily. As he helped you to your feet, a soft breeze blew from behind him, picking up his hair and scarf and wafting his scent right into your face. It was musky, and slightly sweet, a little bit spicy and so very manly. Your teeth ground against each other and your thighs clenched tightly as you just barely concealed a whine from your companion. God, you needed to get yourself TOGETHER. Your silly little crush on Eraser had never been this bad, you’d never been so unable to control your inappropriate thoughts in public like this before. You’d certainly never had such a visceral reaction. You could feel Eraser’s eyes on you, studying your features from closer than he’d ever been before. You saw in your periphery that his eyebrows were pinched together in the middle, concern shattering his usually cool expression. That was worrisome to you, so you began to babble out questions.

“Eraser? What is it? Do I look really bad or like– I, I mean like, as in the quirk attack! Does it look bad?”

He didn’t meet your eyes for a second, his own still making its rounds across every crease in your skin before coming to rest on your gaze. He took his time in answering, making your anxiety spike. 

“You don’t…. Look bad, Y/H/N, but I can tell you’ve been hit by the quirk hard. Here, let’s get you inside. Somewhere cool, huh? You’re probably burning up.” 

You nodded in agreement, lips coming together in a small pout as Eraserhead looped an arm around your waist and pulled your arm over his shoulder. You felt like a child, but at the same time, a sick little part of your brain whispered at the edge of reason that you liked it, that this felt good. Every inch of his body that pressed up against yours felt like a fire poker sticking you in the point of contact. You’d never felt such heat in your life. Your knees were wobbling, thighs trembling from the effort of trying to walk while keep them tightly together, for fear of anymore… untimely arousal leaking out. The last thing you’d want was for him to notice. Not only would that be embarrassing but he’d probably think you were a perv, too! You didn’t think you could handle that. Eraser was so mature and no-nonsense, he’d instantly lose respect for you if he knew your…predicament. 

But what if he likes it?  

The voice came from a dark corner of your mind, and you gave your head a tiny shake as if to make the thought dissolve. The effort was futile though, as the voice came back stronger. 

What if it turns him on to know how wet you are just thinking about him? What if he wants to fuck you too, you little perv? You act all coy and innocent but all you really want if his big fucking fat di- 

You shook your head again, a tiny whisper of the word “no” fell from your lips. You could see Eraser again in the corner of your eye, face still a mask of concern as he noted the sweat breaking out at your hairline. You still hadn’t  been able to control your breathing fully, and you’d been walking slowly with his assistance for a few minutes now. He gently tugged you toward a new apartment building that hadn’t quite opened to the public yet, though it appeared to have finished construction. He continued to guide you until he reached a completed room with a door that he closed behind the two of you. 

“Okay, Y/H/N, talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling currently.” He loosened his grip on your waist, helping you prop yourself against the wall. 

You couldn’t possibly tell him how your pulse picked up into overdrive because he smelled sexy. You gulped, thinking of something to say that would satisfy him that wasn’t lying. 

“It’s.. so hot… and I’m… it’s sticky. No, no! Not like, me… like, like the air… because it’s so fucking… fucking hot…” You panted, bending at the waist and bracing your hands on your knees. You couldn’t help how wanton you sounded. You also couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped you when Eraser rolled his sleeves up and you saw his forearms, corded with lean muscle from years of hero work. God, had he always had that vein there? Your mouth watered as the thought of biting down on it entered your head. His hand came up, snapping in front of your eyes to bring your focus back to him. To the conversation at hand, really. 

“Eraser….” you panted, trying to meet his eyes. “Do you know what’s happening to me? Please…. Please, I just… I don’t feel right. It’s starting to hurt.” 

“Y/H/N, this question might seen odd or out of line considering we’re coworkers, but are you also feeling… aroused? Sexually?”

Your pulse jumped and your eyes flew up to meet his as he gazed steadily at your face. Was he asking because it’s related to the quirk, or was he asking because he wanted to fu-

You gulped and nodded your head, not seeing any reason to lie. 

You noticed the subtle twitch of muscle near his eye. He had winced, but he gave a brief nod in return as he set his jaw. 

“The villain that attacked you has a lust quirk. It makes the victim be overcome with lust until it’s unbearable. If you don’t receive a cure in time, the quirk raises your body temperature and heart rate so much that your body can’t handle it and begins to shut down. It’s not fatal to anyone gets the cure after being infected as long as you’re taken care of within a few hours of being hit. You aren’t feeling great now, but if we delay getting you care then your chances of survival are lower.” 

You- what?  A lust quirk? Well that certainly did explain how your body was reacting to being in the presence of your hero crush. Normally, you weren’t this disgustingly horny outside of the sanctuary that was your bed. 

“Oh… okay, so… get me to the cure. P-please,” you croaked, barely slurping back the saliva that your mouth was producing as you stared at the handsome man in front of you. 

“It’s… the quirk requires that the person who is affected engage in- ehm- sexual relations with another. Until completion, sometimes from both parties. I can take you to Recovery Girl, but I stopped to give you a brief breather while I gathered the contact info of someone that you may be able to call to… help you… deactivate the quirk’s effects. A boyfriend or girlfriend?” Despite Eraser’s no-nonsense manner, he still stuttered a bit with explaining the “cure” for the quirk. It pleased you to know that he still had some shame regarding such a sensitive situation. And if you were fully within your right mind, you also would have noticed the faint pink coloring creeping up the sides of his face as he let you absorb what he had just said.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you hung your head as you uttered out a defeated, “no one,” to the floor. Even though your voice had been low, he nodded and reached back out to steady your wobbly form. 

“There are some who are aware of the effects at Recovery Girl’s place, maybe one of them can help with the situation. They’re very professional from what I’ve heard, and discreet. You have nothing to be–” 

Your voice, breathy and whiny even to your own ears, cut him off. “What about you?” 

He faltered in his speech, and shook his head. “No, I haven’t um.. Been someone who has relieved anyone of this specific quirk before. It’s probably best if we get-”

You interrupted him again, this time by keeling over and falling onto your knees with a groan. Your arms clutched tightly at your midsection, which was burning worse now, so much worse, and the reproductive organs you possessed…. God, why did they ache so badly? It felt like they were twisting around one another, so tightly it was cutting off the circulation inside. Your eyes still squeezed shut in pain, you whimpered and began to beg. 

“Please, please…. Eraser, I won’t tell anyone, just PLEASE I’m begging you… everything hurts so bad.., want it to stop, please stop it. I need it, I need you to… I need you, please…” You were babbling, and your distress had risen to a point where you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how you were coming off to him.  His eyes were wide as he listened, arms frozen in the air, outstretched toward your frame. 

“I… I don’t want to be taking advant–” 

“You’re NOT, Eraser, I swear I NEED you to fu–” 

“Okay! Okay, alright. I understand what’s at stake here. It seems your body is progressing rapidly and time is of the essence anyway. We are going to have a conversation about this when you’re fully recovered but… Okay, I’ll help you.” 

His hands softly cupped your elbows and guided you to sit on the bare floor. He quickly unwound his scarf from around his neck, extending it out to you. 

“To put under your head. Lay down and get comfortable.” 

Your thighs clenched once again at the suggestion of the command. You could tell he noticed, his eyes flicking down to the movement for just a millisecond. Another tiny whimper fell from your lips as you grabbed the scarf from him and bunched it up behind your head, lying down as he had instructed. He kneeled in front of you, noting the way your body squirmed uncontrollably. 

“I’m going to start slow, okay?” 

Your head nodded frantically as you hummed. You wanted to close your eyes and savor the feeling when his fingertips landed lightly on your ankles, but you couldn’t resist watching him touch you with such reverence. His fingers skated up the sides of your legs, so slowly your hips were wriggling with anticipation as they came to the waistband of your form fitting hero pants. 

His eyes had never once left yours while he’d done this, and now he raised his eyebrows at you in question– asking for consent. 

“Yes, yes, please. Please touch me, do… do anything you want,” you said breathlessly. It spilled out of you before you could worry that you sounded too desperate. If you had been more aware, you’d have noticed how his eyes darkened and his mouth went slack at your words. But you didn’t notice. No, all you could look at was the fingers that were now on either side of your hips, hooking into the fabric bunched up there and sliding the material down your legs. 

There was a brief moment of relief when the cool air inside the building touched your sweaty skin, now exposed. But it quickly vanished as the heat caught back up to you. You resumed your wriggling, and Eraser brought his hands back to your hips, tightening his grip and holding them in place. 

“Stop moving so much, Y/H/N. I know it’s hard, but let me help you.”

You nodded, trying to quell the movement. One of his hands made its way down to your core, now bare. Look, there’s no room in that tight hero suit for panties, okay? 

You shuddered as his fingertips ghosted down your slit and then up again. Your mouth began to form pleas again, but before you spoke, he did. 

“Shhhh. Let me help you. Let me take care of you, sweet girl, okay? Let me make you feel good.”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy fuck. That was definitely doing something to you. Sweet girl ? If his fingers had lingered on your soaked slit a second longer you thought that might have sent you over the edge, even after barely having been touched. 

You shivered again, moaning a little. He took this as a sign of encouragement, and pressed his thumb on the underside of your clit. FUCK. That… that was heavenly. You moaned again, and again as he began to circle your clit, building up a slow rhythm. Your eyes fell shut, your hips began circling against his hand as he worked you up. 

“That’s it, such a good girl. So wet, you’re so soaked baby. Do you wanna feel something in that tight little cunt of yours? It just looks so fucking good, I just wanna…” 

You felt one of his fingers prodding at your entrance. You began chanting a series of yesyesyes’s when you felt him press inside and crook up right into the spongy spot that made you cry out. Fuck, it was like he knew exactly where to touch you; like he’d already mapped your body out without you knowing. The thought of his pure skill at working your pussy made you even more wet as he added another finger and started fucking them in and out of you. Your fingers weren’t long enough to reach all the spots he was hitting inside you with ease, so you whined like a bitch in heat, which you supposed you were in the moment.

Your eyes were still closed, so you were totally unprepared when you felt something slick and warm start to circle your clit. The second you realized it had to be his tongue, your mouth fell open in a gasp. You fluttered your eyes back open and looked down between your legs, where his face was now buried, eyes barely visible beneath messy hair- though you could see that he was looking directly at your shocked face. You felt his lips twist against you… into a smirk? Oh, you thought, he’s filthy.

Your hips were now gyrating wildly, and one of his hands came up from where he’d been cupping your ass to press you back down to the floor. Once he had you situated, he sucked hard on your clit, practically making you scream. 

“Eraser, yes yes, oh my god–”

“Shota,” he’d pulled back for a second, just to gruffly correct you on his proper name, and then dove right back in as if he were starving for it. His enthusiasm alone was making your thighs quake- it was so fucking hot. Your thighs began to tighten around his head and let out a breathless cry of his name. Your fingers snaked down to tangle in his hair, needing to ground yourself through the immense pleasure you felt.

Your head fell back into his scarf again as your back arched, the motions of his tongue against you turning you into a pathetic mess. You weren’t sure if it were due to the squeezing of your thighs or the hair pulling, but you heard him grunt and felt his fingers dig in a little tighter where they rested on your stomach. You let out another moan in response, and felt more fluid gush from your pussy. You couldn’t help it- a sexy man being vocal between your thighs was like your own personal wet dream. 

His fingers inside of you sped up, hitting your spot with a wicked precision as his tongue alternated between suckling and licking around your sensitive bud. You began to tighten around his fingers, knowing you were nearing orgasm. You couldn’t form any words at this point, just panting pathetically and moaning as you approached the edge of your pleasure. 

“Sho- Sho-ta, I’m– I’m gon-” tried to garble out, to let him know, but he nodded before you could try to fully finish your sentence. You took that as permission, and came harder than you ever had before. Your eyes were tightly shut as your body trembled. His mouth had transitioned to lightly kissing the plump skin of your inner thigh, and his fingers continued to move slowly inside you, working through your ecstasy. You looked back down at him again as he pulled his fingers out completely and sat up on his heels, taking in the sight of his face that was soaked with the evidence of your orgasm. A shudder went through you as you watched him suck his fingers into his mouth to clean them of your release. The sight of him like this was almost enough to make you cry out again.

Your relief was short lived as a pang of the pain and heat from earlier returned, quickly making your loose body tense up again. Your whimper this time was one of pain, and Aizawa’s sharp gaze flicked back down to your face. 

“It’s not gone?” he questioned, shuffling forward and laying a comforting hand on your knee. You shook your head violently, groaning at the burning in your abdomen and curling in on yourself. 

“Fuck…” he muttered, barely audible. “We have to… we have to try something else, Y/N, is that okay?” 

Your hazy mind barely picked up on the fact that he had used your real name, not your hero name. You didn’t even think he knew your real name, not really. The surprise of this realization lasted barely a second as you groaned in pain again and quickly nodded your head in response to his inquiry. You felt him shift even closer to you, then he was leaning over you and filling your watery vision completely. His hand that wasn’t rubbing soft circles into your knee came up to your chin, which he tilted up in a silent command to meet his eyes. You complied, and waited for him to speak or touch you or do anything that might help. 

“Y/N,” his voice came out, soft and sure with a gravelly edge, “I think we have to have sex for it to stop. For some, just an orgasm can bring an end to the effects of the quirk but for others, if there aren’t two parties who orgasm from some type of penetrative sex, it continues. I don’t… I don’t know why, but I think we have to do this if you’re still feeling the quirk.” 

You felt like your ears were ringing– did you hear him right? He was going to have sex with you? You knew that the situation you were in was dire, but you almost could’ve laughed at the fact that you were about to be in your own personal heaven. As your mind wandered off, you felt him give your chin a tiny, gentle shake to capture your attention again.

“Hey, Y/N? I need you to focus okay sweetheart? Is that okay? Are you okay with doing this?” He asked you, concern pinching together the features of his handsome face. You nodded, and tried to voice your consent, but you could only mouth the word yes. He nodded back at you in confirmation, and released his grip on you to lean back and start unbuckling the belt around his waist. “I don’t have any protection, but I can pull out if I need to.”

You managed to find an ounce of strength remaining in your body and used it to push up on your shaking elbows, trying to look at his face so you could address any concerns. “N-no, I’m on the pill. It’s okay. And- and I get tested regularly, I’m g-good.” 

He nodded, the picture of seriousness, as he responded with a simple “me too,” and continued fumbling with his belt.

You reached one hand out, barely grasping the bottom hem of his shirt and making an upward motion with it before supporting yourself with your arms again. He glanced up, and you whispered into the quiet room.

“Take it off. Please,” you tacked onto the end, hoping you didn’t sound too demanding and also hoping that he was even half as into this as you were. He followed your request without hesitation, and you took in the sight of his pale torso, muscle rippling under his skin as he pulled the fabric up over his head. You bit your lip, not wanting any noises slipping out at the mere sight of him and revealing how much you secretly wanted all of this. With him mostly undressed, pants around his knees and shirt discarded, he leaned down toward you again. 

“Is it okay if I touch you here?” he asked while trailing one of his large hands up your ribcage, running below the swell of your breast. You released a small whimper and nodded quickly, reaching up to help him remove the tight fabric of your top. Once it was pushed up over your head and you were settled again, his fingers ghosted over your right nipple, already hard with your arousal. Once he’d run his fingers over your pebbled, sensitive skin a few times, he pinched, causing you to yelp in surprise. His face had a deliciously sexy smirk on it. 

“Please… Please, Shota….” you begged, not for anything in particular, but just more of him. 

“Please what, princess? You want me to touch you over here too?” He asked teasingly, trailing his other hand over your left breast and bringing that nipple between his fingers. As he rolled both nipples, he ground his clothed and already hard cock against your core. You tried to fight your eyes rolling back again at the relief you felt from that little bit of friction, and heard him stifle a breathy laugh. 

“Shota… Please, I want… I need you to fuck me,” You panted out, proud of being able to get out a full sentence, and simultaneously nervous that you were too forward. 

His eyes darkened, and any hint of teasing that was flitting across his expression lifted. Faster than you could process, his hands were on either side of your face, pulling you slightly up to him as he pressed his mouth over yours. You’d thought his hands were divine? They were nothing compared to his lips. You’d never been kissed as passionately as he was kissing you. No, devoured was a better word for it. 

Your lips parted underneath his, teeth clashing messily as you returned his fervor. His tongue slipped into your mouth and circled your own, and you both moaned at the sensation. One of his hands left your cheek, slipping down between your gyrating bodies to circle your clit with his fingers again, his mouth swallowing the moans this brought forth. Your hands dropped to the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down, just enough so that his cock-definitely above average, you noted mentally- bobbed out, fully at attention, the tip gleaming with precum. He sucked on your bottom lip as you felt him line up with your entrance. 

He pulled back slightly, pupils blown wide in what you were sure was a reflection of your own. He searched your face for any hints of hesitation he could find. 

“What will be most comfortable for you? Do you want to move-” you cut his sentence off with another deep kiss. You pulled back very slightly, lips still brushing his as you responded that you wanted it “just like this”.

He wasted no time. He entered you fully, and you felt the tip of his cock nudge your cervix. Fuck, how big is he?, you wondered, feeling like you were nearly being split in two despite the preparation you’d had prior and the arousal that continued to seep out of you. He rested his arms on his elbows, encircling your head. His hand tangled into your hair and formed a pillow in addition to his scarf that still lay beneath you. His hips were unforgiving, slamming to meet yours over and over again, making you moan out with each thrust. But your moans were muffled, since all the while his mouth hadn’t left your lips. His lips caressed yours, in a gentle way that didn’t match the pace of his thrusts at all. His tongue moved in slow, sweeping motions as if he were mapping out the interior of your mouth. Everything felt so good, so fucking good. 

You knew you were under the influence of a quirk that made you this stupid horny in the first place, but you were certain beyond a doubt that you’d never been fucked so well before. Every point where his skin touched yours was on fire, but in a completely different way than the heat that consumed you because of the quirk. This heat was good, it was delicious, and you wanted to feel as much of his skin as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and tugged him down slightly, closing the small distance between your torsos. Your nipples pressed against his pecs. It was good, but you needed more, so you brought your legs up and wrapped them around his hips, digging your heels into the small of his back and forcing him deeper inside you with the new angle this created. 

He moaned into your mouth, and slowed his pace, grinding into your pussy, barely pulling out. Fuck, it was like his cock was made to fit you, the way the tip brushed over your g-spot when he did that. It was nothing short of euphoric. You pulled away from his mouth with a gasp, reluctant to release his lips, but needing to suck in some oxygen. He plunged his head down to your neck, suckling the soft skin there, moving down until he reached the junction of your neck and shoulder. He nipped at the spot, and you cried out and arched your back in response. You were close now, and you clenched around his cock uncontrollably. You felt his hips falter for a second as you clenched, but he picked up his bruising pace again quickly. 

“Shota, Shota I’m close,” you panted into the heavy air, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“I know princess, I know… feel you clenching around me… so fucking tight. You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good for me. Let go baby, come on me,” he rasped into your ear. 

That did it. His filthy words had you coming hard, shaking almost violently and squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t help but cry out as you came, Shota’s thrusts not slowing through your climax. You weren’t sure if it lasted seconds or hours, but your breathing began to even out again and you felt Shota’s hips still pistoning inside you, losing the rhythm and pace he’d built up. 

He brought his head up so that he could meet your eyes again. 

“I’m close, where…?” he questioned. 

“Please, come inside me. Fill me up,” you whispered, and watched as his face screwed up with pleasure once you’d uttered the words. His hips pressed tightly to yours and you felt his release fill you, warming you from the inside. His load was huge and you felt it begin to leak out around his cock, still pressed in to the hilt, as the last of his load spurted into you and his body shuddered. 

When it was over, his eyes met yours in an almost sheepish manner. You tightened your legs, not ready to let him go yet. 

You both began to speak at the same time then. Both of you seemed to be apologizing though, so you clamped your mouth shut and furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” he spoke first. “You couldn’t help that you were attacked by this quirk, and I was not going to let you suffer or die from it. I’m happy to help you, please don’t feel ashamed.” 

You let the kindness of his words soak in for a moment before you giggled. Now it was his turn to furrow his brows. 

“I could definitely tell you were happy to help me,” you responded, wiggling your hips slightly, his softening cock still inside you. What? You couldn’t be expected to be the most eloquent at the moment, you’d just had the best fuck of your entire life. 

He groaned in (what you were hoping was) feigned annoyance, and rolled off of you, pulling out slowly. He gathered the rumpled pieces of your hero suit, handing them delicately over to you. He began to dress also, the shuffling of fabric the only sounds for a moment before he cleared his throat. 

“I imagined the first time I kissed you to be different in my head.” 

You blinked, pulling your hair out of the neck of your suit. Had you heard him correctly? He’d imagined kissing you before? Maybe this entire exchange had been a drug induced illusion, and you were actually in a hospital bed right now. But the hard floor beneath your knees was real, and the brush of his fingers against your hip as he reached around you to grab his scarf was definitely real, sending a shiver down your spine still in spite of what had just transpired between you. 

You blinked again, feeling dumb from the silence on your part. You quickly rushed out the only thing still rushing through your brain which was, of course, “You’ve thought about kissing me before?” 

Color flooded his cheeks as looked intently at his scarf, taking his time in untwisting it. 

“Of course I have. You’re…. You’re wonderful. I… I really admire your hero work, Y/N. You’re good at what you do, and you’ve only been doing it for a year” His eyes raised to meet yours. “And I’m sure you know already, but you’re beautiful. Breathtaking, really. Of course I’ve thought about it.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t think you’d be able to form words, so you did the only thing you could think of doing in response and lunged toward him again, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his circled your waist. You kissed each other gently this time, no fire underneath, just a curious exploration of one another. When you broke apart, you smiled widely at him. 

“Thank you for helping me. I know you’ve said you’re happy to, but really, thank you. I’m just… really glad that it wasn’t something I forced on you. I don’t know if I could have forgiven myself for that.” 

His eyes softened, still holding yours, as he nodded. He released your waist with a sigh, opting to take one of your hands in his as he stood. You followed suit. 

You hadn’t put your comm unit back in yet, but Aizawa had, and you heard his blare to life. A tinny and very, very loud voice on the other end spoke up: “Yo, Eraser– where are you man?? I’m here with Recovery Girl at the school and we’re super worried! What’s got you guys caught up?” 

Shota winced at Present Mic’s volume but answered awkwardly, “We uhm- so Y/N’s okay right now, because we uhm- were able to deactivate the effects of the quirk. So she’s all good I think.”

After a moment of silence in which you both blushed bright red at the revelation, you heard a cackle break out from Mic. Shota ripped the unit out of his ear and turned back to you, muttering that he “can go without that for a second”.

“We should probably go get you checked out with Recovery Girl anyway, just to make sure your vitals and everything look good. It shouldn’t take long, and as far as I know in previous cases once the quirk is gone you don’t need to take any sort of precautionary measures or anything so…” You nodded your understanding as he scratched the back of his neck with the hand not loosely holding yours. 

“And then maybe, afterward…” He began speaking again as you both started walking toward the UA campus, “We can grab dinner together? I know we’re doing this all backwards here and normally people start dating each other before they get all intimate but uh-” He cleared his throat, as you felt your heart shoot up into your own and get lodged there. 

With a slightly bashful but elated smile, you agreed and squeezed Shota’s hand. He returned the gesture, silently promising himself to never let go of your hand from that moment forward.

[omegastation]

Thoughts after doing Garrus ME1 Normandy transcript:

Garrus doesn’t really argue with Shepard. It’s always “I suppose you’re right”, “Maybe”, etc. There’s one time when he even cuts short the conversation to avoid further conflict: GARRUS: I wasn't trying to– I understand, Commander. And the only time he really insists is because he wants them to kill Saren instead of keeping him alive but the way he does it is not directly confronting - he just asks questions. He doesn't say "I don't agree with you". And when Shepard explains, he immediately answers: "Yeah. I see your point."

I think he led Shepard into asking more and more questions about Dr Saleon so he could give Shepard his coordinates. My guess is he was waiting for the right time and Shepard being curious about what he experienced before was the perfect opportunity.

This part of their dialogue carries so much: GARRUS: My father’s a C-Sec man to the bone. “Do things right, or don’t do them at all,” he says. He thinks I’m being too rash. Too impatient. He’s worried I’ll become just like Saren. He actually talked me out of becoming a Spectre when I was younger. For the same reasons.  I think Garrus’ father was trying to protect him and rein him in, but by doing so, he prevented him from seeing complex situations and learning from them. Because this way of thinking doesn’t allow for real growth and mistakes. We're often told that we learn by doing things and it's true but first, we have to make mistakes and see where they come from. We also might not give our 100%, sometimes it's a 10% that leads to a 100% next time. And trying still means something. IDK, Garrus' father has a very restricting way of seeing things and to me, it’s how you end up with ME1 Garrus - who wants to be above the law and who has so much trouble seeing situations in a more complex way than “I have to let hostages die to catch the bad guy”. But when confronted with a more nuanced perspective - with a Shepard that challenges his point of view - Garrus learns and grows from it. And that's what he needs at this point in ME1. I'll say it's even necessary.

And this exchange right there: SHEPARD: For the most part, the rules are there for a reason.  GARRUS: Maybe. But sometimes it feels like the rules are only there to stop me from doing my work.  What exactly is Garrus’ work? Honestly, what does he mean by that?  I think his work is ME2’s Archangel and it’s quite scary. 

And finally, Shepard will pick up on changes in Garrus depending on how he starts the conversation.  Like here: GARRUS: Commander. I… What can I do for you? And your option is to reply: SHEPARD: Something bothering you? It’s in the fourth conversation and I love it.

[gabstriessomethingnew]

"I don't want you to change. I want you to always be you"

Idk if this is a headcanon or the makings of another fic but I saw a tiktok (I'm so sorry I can't find it but it was really good person who made it) that had that one scene where Arthur and Merlin were talking while Arthur is, you know, dying. And he mutters that fucking heart wrenching line about how he doesn't want Merlin to change.

And well, I just had this fucking awful thought. What if Merlin's magic internalized that literally. Like that was the moment Merlin became immortal.

We know Merlin's magic was created for Arthur. That was the point of Merlin's existence. And here he is, the man Merlin devoted his life to, the man he loved, dying in his arms, making one final fucking request. For Merlin to always be the same. And well we know Merlin's magic reacts on instinct a lot. So, it takes the man's final request and grants it. Maybe for Arthur, maybe for Merlin so that his purpose will continue, so his love will never die, not entirely.

And now Merlin walks around eternally himself. All from that one moment. And maybe Merlin doesn't even recognize that's what made him immortal, but it is. It stemmed from those two fucking agonizing sentences.

Idk this was a thought and now I can't stop thinking about it.

[masochistic-decaying-corpse]

Okay I'm probably gonna sound crazy but aren't we all crazy in the end?

Tw for triggering shit, talk of split identities, sh, ed, self esteem issues, etc.

Okay so yall know me. I'm Dagger, Daggs. A few of you know my dead name, Hailee. If you regularly inhabit my blog every one of yall knows what has happened to me in at least vague details.

Yall also probably know that I'm obviously a little fucked in the head. Hell, very fucked in the head. That I'm aggressive, violent, I've never hid that part of me.

I've become yalls scary guard dog :}

Though I'd like to tell ya something I've never even really admitted to myself out loud, if that makes sense. At least, until recently.

I've made jokes about people living in my head. They're not jokes. Especially since they have fucking personalities and pet peeves. They're people.

Why the fuck am I talking in plural? Theres only the one. Xavier. Likes to be called Demon.

Now, it's not like DID, or maybe it is idk but it's not like he takes over, more like he bleeds though.

The trauma fucked me up. And it created him. He's the part of me that kept going when little Hailee just couldn't.

Over time our personalities have kinda morphed into what I am now. I may be called Hailee by my dad, my brother, anyone who knows me in person, but Hailee is dead. Demon tried to heal her, almost succeeded, but then my dad starting doing what he did and when it ended I guess she just couldnt take it.

Though, of course, our body remains. So we took over. I'm Dagger, the byproduct of the trauma, the 'death' of who she was. Demon and I kinda became one. He's the violent one, Hailee was a soft sweetheart. Demon was violent, so I became violent. Aggressive, durable, the opposite of fragile and soft like she was. This world is an ugly place, and I'm sorry she had to experience that. Hell even now some of her bleeds through. I age regress, I have breakdowns and panic attacks, major anxiety and attachment issues, self esteem problems. I hurt myself, I have no regard for safely. I feel a limited range of emotions, most often I'm numb.

Demon is a fighter, I shadow box and punch shit when I'm pissed. And yet, when I'm about to do something I'll regret, or that will hurt us, he's always there to stop me. The times my dad held a gun to my head, he wanted so badly to break through, to snap his neck for that, but I didnt let him. Hes protective of us, I've grown protective of my people. My people, the ones I trust and will protect no matter the cost. Al, Lav, Motti, Jinx, Eli, Neeks, Spike, Cam, Leo, Toast, Ben. My darling, Dice.

My pack of people I've grown to care for. I'd burn the world for you all and then I'd rebuild it better.

If you're still here, I'm sorry you had to read all of that but I just wanted someone to fucking know the truth. The whole damn truth. If that's too much for you, I wouldn't blame you for never wanting anything to do with me again, like I said I probably sound crazy.

That is my story. Hailee, Demon, Dagger.

The fucked up trio that formed what I am now. Welcome to my life, hope you don't think im a head case now.

[pachiiblr]

LOOK !!!! LOOK AT THIS !!!! ITS REAL !!!!!

So. This is interesting. Didn't think it would be revived!

Wonderful character design rambles down belowww

This enby (or what I assume is one) is definitely based on a jiangshi, which is a Chinese vampire! You can tell from their greys and generally unsaturated colors that they're not very healthy (or mayhaps alive), and their clothing which is traditional Chinese clothing!! Specifically from the Qing Dynasty i think? Their hair also provides a nice pop of color and looks like blood red, which ties into the undead thing. The flat hair also reminds me of a certain other cookie who has to do with spirts....

You cannot tell me this girl isn't bacon. Like just look at her hair that is obviously bacon colored. Her hammer however looks to be an artichoke! So i propose bacon Roll cookie! Other than that, she looks very... official? I really don't know how to put it. Her hat is very cute!!! Girl why do you have to be turned. Making my life harder like this. Making the pose more entertaining though! You can tell she's very energetic from it! Squinting, I can see that one of her socks looks to be ripped, which says that she gets in a lot of fights. Very interested in her!

Genuinely can't tell what's going on here... the glasses are cool, matches with what seems to be an eyepatch? He looks.. very tired. Mood. He really looks similar to bacon roll actually! Maybe they work for the same company? But yeah, no food ideas here. Maybe chocolate...? They do that a lot. Also don't mind the color blobs idk what's up with that. Also also! He looks like he works at the same place as bacon roll with how similar their clothes look!

Originally, i thought this guy was a citrus from the pattern on his.. shirt? Coat? Like the thing people wear when going to the beach. But now i think he's pineapple!! He's very... yellow. And his hairs green like the pineapple leaves AND just generally looks similar to it! Other than that, he just looks very beach ready with the sunglasses and the cool teeth necklace. Extra points for the cool gauntlets! Also idea: tropical punch. Because. Tropical. And he punches people.

Popsicle. I don't need to explain this one. Popsicle hat, headphones, even sick popsicle sword! Other than that he looks very.. chill. His hair kinda looks like crushed ice which could go with the whole popsicle theming? Other than that, he just looks very casual.

Then we have her. Other than looking ADORABLE.... I can't tell really what she is. Also now that i look at it what the hell is going on with her sleeve?? Very cat. Kitty headphones, kitty paws, kitty mouth, we got the whole package here. She looks very techy. Maybe she's a hologram? Designs wonderful just what is up with that sleeve.

Best for last! Ok so I'm just gonna call her melon float because you cannot tell me otherwise that she is something else ANYWYAS THIS is like peak design oh my god. I don't even know how long she had to be cooking (heh) for devsis to come up with this. The colors are WONDERFUL, 70 20 10 rule going insane here, and like. All the round shapes like her buns tell that she's very bubbly (hehx2) and it looks like she's in a swimsuit which makes sense if youre spraying water everywhere you don't want your clothes soaked and the eye covering for the same reason but it's up showing that she dosent really care- RAYGSHHS Also the fact she's spraying it out of a GIANT FLOAT??? AWWWW

That's it! Hydrangea: out.

[khaoala]

First of all,your tags are so informative,I have read almost everything here in the past hours. But now I am here for a fk lore. I saw some tweets where First talks about how stubborn Khaotung is & some people talk about how khaotung sometimes scold him a lot. We don't see that much in on camera so is that off camera lore. Can you suggest some videos or translation or something about this? I remember one of very first FKT translation I saw was first suggesting them carpool to save the environment & Khao telling him to just walk. This is endearing to me for some reason. Thanks in advance

i appreciate your dedication, i know i have the habit of babbling quite a lot, but thank you for taking your time to read it.

it's not specifically about this, but has elements of it, so i highly recommend everyone who's new to the fandom to watch the candy channel interview. it is one of their best interviews in my opinion and it's so entertaining, they were having a lot of fun in it (and they also talk about how first spoiled khaotung by walking with him everywhere in their trip to japan, enough that first and khaotung had to part ways in the second day to get a massage bc he was all sore).

first talks about khaotung being stubborn a lot, but it was more of a thing that happened most often i feel when they were filming/promoting only friends. maybe that's the ray in khaotung that was giving first a hard time, but we all know first folds like a wet piece of paper whenever khaotung wants something (this man won't ever win a rock paper scissors game against khaotung because he'll always let khaotung go first, even when first wins - to the dismay of his game partners. off would like to have a word).

i think one of the reasons why first calls khaotung stubborn so often is because khaotung can be a little unorganized. he's known for not answering calls (do not disturb mode 247 to the point p'som - their manager - calls first so she can get to khaotung, and khaotung has said before that first is like his second manager), he has terrible memory, is messy and leaves water bottles all over his car, is often late, doesn't read the group chat to follow the dress code, so to first, it must be like dealing with a mischievous cat honestly. first complains by saying khaotung is stubborn, but he'll add that he's also cute, like when he wanted khaotung to buy him a nintendo switch before their trip to brazil, and even khaotung will admit to his stubbornness like when they were asked who's the most stubborn, first or vaanjoy, and khaotung said he was the most stubborn. but it's important to note that even when he's being stubborn, he sometimes gives in to first like during the fanta live stream with offgun (and regrets his decision almost immediately).

not to bring live house again, but since that's probably the most them we've seen them be in front of the cameras, i think it's a good example to show how khaotung was scolding first during that time because baby boba eyes wouldn't keep his wrist cast on, and would try to lift heavy things and khaotung scolded him every time. khaotung was very protective of first during that time bc of his arm. he would open water bottles, help him with his meals, and he also despised that smelly thing. they were joined by the hip in that house which was very sweet, acts of service all around.

the combination of these two things (khaotung being stubborn and fk scolding) to me is this part during promotions of our skyy two when khaotung says he likes teasing first until first scolds him back, but since khaotung is stubborn and won't listen to him, first just stopped complaining 😅😅.

like you said, we don't see that much on camera (she says after giving you idk how many links), but what we have is always so interesting to watch. and to end this already long reply, i give you first and khao's thank you messages in the end of safe house.

[skeletonh0e]

A little request relating to the weather I’m dealing with the rn.

The boys reacting to their first thunderstorm/tornado. Especially with a Y/N who is just used to them. Sleeps through loud ass storms and goes through the protocol for a tornado yawning. Not ignoring the boy’s distress(if they have any) but just very used to it themselves. 🌪️⛈️

Heard about the crazy ass weather, thankfully I'm on the other side of it. Ya'll stay safe out there.

Some of these boys are gonna be IN for it considering the underground does uh, not have tornados lol. Gender neutral reader

The boys vs the Weather

Classic Sans:

He's heard of storms yeah and even made his own little tiny tornado, but uh-

The weather in the underline hardly changes and everything here is so chaotic what in the god damn

He's composed but definitely a sense of worry there

The fact you remain so chill is extremely off putting to him at first but it helps as it can show him this isn't anything to panic over

Plus also probably a good idea one of you knows what to do

Asks for advice on how you manage to sleep so peacefully through them, he'd like to do too but he'll settle for snuggling up to while you sleep waiting for it to pass

Underswap Sans:

P A N I C

The magnificent Sans isn't ready for this! What gods have the humans offended to deserve this!?

You'll have to talk him down, but thankfully it won't take him too long to recover. Though he'll be a bit jump

Listens to you explain the precautions intensely, definitely having a game plan for next time

Probably starts an epic speech about you two being the ultimate power couple going through this then yelps when something hits the window

He'll just uh....stay close to you for now

Underfell Sans:

"What the fuck is this bullshit!?"

Honestly though less anger and more genuinely being flabbergasted

And you're used to this!? Really!? You're so weird what the fuck (you will have to deal with him bitching and complaining the entire time)

Grumpily takes some safety protocols and keeps a close on the progression of the storm as if trying to determine his own right move

He can handle it and learn to adjust the best probably but still grouchy a bit

Might use it as an excuse to day drink after its over (you could both probably use it depending on the storm tbh)

Underlust Sans:

Oh he doesn't like this at all

Not shitting his pants with fear or anything but he definitely is more on edge during the whole thing

Cool that you're used to this, but he's not. Don't mind him, just idly hovering close to you constantly double checking about everything.

He'll be kinda noisy and ask how you manage to stay calm, how many times have you been through these, blah, blah

Honestly keeping him distracted with conversation will help

Maybe listen to some music with him to block out the noise while you snuggle up, he might just be able to fall asleep with you

Horrortale Sans:

The fuck? Doesn't know whether to be impressed, concerned or just annoyed by the inconvenience of it all.

Whatever he's definitely sticking near you, protective primal instincts have been activated

Won't ask for it but probably also give him some reassurance, tell him things will be fine. He naturally has come to expect the worst outcome due to trauma.

Type to stare out the window with a blank expression, just watching the harsh wind tearing everything to shreds....it's a little concerning....

Silent for the most part but does occasionally ask questions and ask if you're okay

Glad you're calm but also wants be there for you too

Fresh Sans:

Here comes the hurricane bitch(tm) starts playing

Okay there's A LITTLE concern, less on his end and more for your own but the fact that you're just chill about it kinda puts him at ease

But ya know....he can dimension jump, you really don't gotta deal with it.

You don't wanna end up in Oz (though he'll happily be the wizard while you're dorothy or...the scarecrow?....or something idk the reference joke got away from him)

Might wanna keep an eye on him though as he gonna skateboard in a tornado if you ain't looking but also he like nearly completely indestructible so

Might hover over you while you sleep through an particularly extreme storm, a rare protective moment from him

Killer Sans:

Pretty.....

Like actually low key fascinated by storm and the sheer amount of destruction they cause, the type to watch the forecast of the outcomes the same way ppl might watch a light show

Maybe if you freaked out he'd be a bit worried but for the most part you seem to know what you're doing so-

As long as you aren't in any active harm or visible distress

He's content to just watch the storms and the panic they cause

Though of course he can always use his short cuts to get you out of there if worst comes to worst

Dust Sans:

Nooooope

Too much anxiety for this, the two of you are LEAVING

You're uh, kinda not given much of the choice in the matter.

If you insist on staying anyway, he might just let you with a huffy "have fun dying" before he storms off

Uh lil reminder none of the bad sanses are 100% healthy partners

He will actually come to your rescue if the storm is extremely severe to the point you might be in legit danger, but even ignoring that he'll do something to apologize non verbally. What kind of depends on how salty you are about it.

Nightmare Sans:

Also in the camp of "not dealing with this" and instantly drags you to his realm

If you try to stay, well here's the thing-

He's not asking

Also not the healthiest partner out there but this is all coming from a good place. Besides he's not wrong in that this is the easiest option

Stay in his castle, everything is handled.

Admittedly a little.....impressed? (For lack of a better word) by your abilitt to stay calm even during such extreme storms though even if he doesn't experience this side of you fully

[squishyneet]

on goo kim - official analysis!

this is going to take forever but here we go~ im here to talk abt goo's backstory. im not putting panels so ur just gonna have to trust me :D. im not sure why more people don't talk abt goo's lore in manager kim but i will include it. this is in no particular order. this is the definitive goo analysis backstory theory for this blog. grab a snack and a drink and let's go.

evidence 1 - "There are monsters above champions, and madmen above monsters." (Chapter 98 MK)

"One of the three madmen Master Cho recognized is currently in South Korea." <- he's very clearly referring to Goo.

evidence 2 - "Uhh, he's not on the list." (Chapter 98 MK)

Goo seems to pull up a website/document on his phone called...The World??? Like he has a database for bounties. In chapter 99, the website is referred to as the black market and is used by plenty of other bounty hunters. It's heavily implied that Goo is acting as some sort of bounty hunter, but he doesn't make it clear.

evidence 3 - "He is the fervent devotee of edges." (Chapter 98 MK)

Goo is apparently internationally recognized for his prowess (and craziness) and is well known to be a genius of weapons (wink wink). In this chapter, Goo was fighting with just a watch and also avoided a gunshot point blank!

evidence 4 - "I would hate being a soldier." (Chapter 99 MK)

Jincheol really wanted to recruit Goo as a mercenary, and Goo vehemently denied saying he would hate it, not caring if mercenaries were paid properly or not. He also did not want to partake in Jincheol's "mid-life crisis" and got pissed off the more he thought about being a soldier. He also freaking tackled and threw him out a window??

evidence 5 - "Should I ask for his signature?" (Chapter 101 MK)

Hyoseung Kim was standing behind Goo and just fucking fawning lmao. He was excited to see him in person.

evidence 6 - "Are you here for a bounty too?" (Chapter 101 MK)

Again Goo is implied to be a bounty hunter like the rest of them.

evidence 7 - "Countless hired killers across the world." (Chapter 93 MK)

Bounty hunters are being recruited and Goo quickly recieves a message from an unknown person where he finds out about the bounty.

evidence 8 - "From South Korea to Japan, Russia, The United States, China, Thailand, and Indonesia...We have recruited the most expert assassins." (Chapter 96 MK)

A lot to unpack here, Goo is internationally recognized (by the black market) as an expert assassin. He's also regarded as the most likely to win because it's his country and he knows the terrain/structure. Do with this information what you will bc idk what to do.

evidence 9 - Cousin Cicada (Chapter 55 Lookism)

I always wondered why his cousin had money and he didn't. Perhaps he is estranged from his family for his violence. Or after his juvie sentence? Maybe his line has the swordsmen and his cousin's doesn't? Maybe the entire family is prominent somehow? Did Goo used to have money and misses it after being estranged? Was he simply treated differently than the rest of his family? Abused? This obviously implies he has a family, knows his relatives, and was still in contact with his cousin somehow. This was so long ago. What was the intention behind making him Goo's cousin? Does his cousin know about his prowess because they have a family of swordsmen/assassins?? Or is that separate from his family?

evidence 10 - "There's a knife and a victim." (Chapter 55 Lookism)

Goo appears to be manipulative to some degree when he acknowledges that fact that he can "do whatever he wants" as soon as he sees a victim. This is likely the reason he primarily beat up bullies since he doesn't actually want to go back to juvie. I think he has a little compassion for the victims, but that's not why he does it. He ends up "exchanging" the fee for the opportunity for violence, prioritizing violence above even money. Also, Cicada seems to knows that Goo is a "crazy-ass" and and "evil guy". Wonder why.

evidence 11 - "There was a kid from my area who tried to cut me and I broke all his fingers." (Chapter 56 Lookism)

As much as Goo's story is all over the place, I really appreciate PTJ's consistency with Goo's personality. He seems to be truly passionate about swords (and any kind of edge) to the point where he gets offended by even rudimentary attempts.

evidence 12 - "Just like you did to them, I'm doing to you. I am also beating you for no reason." (Chapter 56 Lookism)

This is line is interesting to me because it shows that even though Goo acknowledges that he is the avenger in this situation, he really only cares about his personal interest in committing violence.

evidence 13 - Vasco's aichmophobia

Aichmophobia is defined by Cleveland Clinic as an intense fear of sharp objects and experiencing "intense fear and anxiety when around sharp objects like scissors, knives, needles and pencils". I think it's extremely poetic that the person who developed aichmophobia was saved by the person who is the master of wielding edges. Vasco's bullies were stopped specifically by the person who was superior at doing what they were attempting to do.

evidence 14 - "I ended up repeating what that old man said! I shouldn't have been playing around in a place like that in the first place!" (Chapter 473 Lookism)

This chapter has a lot about Goo so I'll cover it all here. There is a flashback to him when he was training. He's using a wooden stick/sword that broke and he seems to be maybe 12, 13, maybe 14? I gather from this that Goo did not begin his swordfighting training at a young age. This is supported by the quote, implying he found the studio and his master later on in life and was not trained by him from childhood. My guess is that he was a violent and problematic child to a degree, maybe even using weapons at a young age, and simply got curious about swordfighting. He also explained the importance of intelligence in a fight, which is pretty straightforward. That is also supported by quotes from Jincheol in MK where he acknowledges Goo's ability to constantly adjust his fighting style to what is necessary. Very impressive Goo!

evidence 15 - "I'll help you as long as you pay me." (Chapter 421 Lookism)

Even before Goo met Gun, Eugene, or Charles, he was behaving like a mercenary, offering do whatever for money. This is a two for one, Goo gets as much money as possible while also getting to fight, succeeding each time with little effort. He seems to have had the mindset of a mercenary or bounty hunter for a long time. He went out of his way to travel across the city doing these odd jobs.

evidence 16 - "I heard of a genius on the run after stabbing his master." (Chapter 527 Lookism)

My hunch seems to be correct in that Goo is not in school, not staying with family, and...homeless..? I guess?? I don't know where he's staying, maybe a hotel. But it seems that he just lost it. It being his temper. And stabbed that old man and ran away. I have a million theories as to what the master could have possibly done to piss him off, it's not worth discussing too much. Also the fact that he tries to be mature and not get angry as much as possible (and he succeeded for the last several years!) signals to me that he doesn't actually enjoy it. I think he enjoys fighting for real but regrets losing his temper as it is a sign of immaturity and neediness.

evidence 17 - "You're getting excited while fighting? Oi, you're a pervert, aren't you?" (Chapter 528 Lookism)

Goo recognizes Gun's behavior from somewhere else. Such an odd and specific thing to say.

evidence 18 - Goo's three rules (Chapter 528 Lookism)

Goo wanted the contract money, to not be treated like a subordinate, and to have equal shares as Gun. Seeing as he got mistreated anyways, it makes sense he betrayed Charles. Goo seems to know about contracting and finance. Makes me think someone's gonna mention the Hwarang sword soon...

evidence 19 - "Too vicious, eh?" (Chapter 297 Lookism)

Gun doesn't think Samuel will beat Daniel, but Samuel's crazy is exactly why Goo had faith in him. Also he throws a freaking bowling ball just to hit Gun's lol.

Okay there are other obvious quotes that allude to Goo's personality but I will stop here because those are pretty well known by now.

the backstory

Being bullied in school is kind of a cop out so here:

Goo was abused/mistreated by someone in his life. He was somehow "betrayed" by his master. He learned swordfighting later in life. Something probably happened to make him wholly dedicated to weapons, specifically anything with an edge. At an unknown age, killed someone, maybe multiple people (likely in a crime of passion) and became well known for his madness (specifically Master Cho). At an unknown age, became obsessed with money and thus pursued bounty hunting but equates being a mercenary with being a "soldier". At an unknown time, was most likely estranged from his family for an unknown reason. Likely to do with his violence and/or his juvie sentence.

things we don't know

Primary concern is that fact that we don't know Goo's timeline. When he went to juvie, when he left home, if/when he murdered somebody, when he started seeking money, etc. It's hard to tell whether he became crazy when he started training or later on or if he was always like that. Or when he became a bounty hunter/assassin and became famous. We don't know why he stabbed the master, why he hates Tom Lee, and why he sided with Workers for so long.

notes

1. Because of all the...bizarre references to people around Goo being..perverted, I always had the theory that maybe Goo was assaulted by somebody. I don't know who. But something kinda tells me it could have been his master. That would explain why Goo doesn't like it when people start freaking off (excuse my language) and why he stabbed him. However, the fact that he stills heeds his words as an adult makes me think it's not true. I still think he was assaulted/harassed by somebody tho because he is the only character that gets that kind of treatment/dialogue. Most obviously, it could have been Tom Lee bc he hates him too, but we will see. 2. Regarding Goo's tendency to let himself get hit: Goo is clearly known as a killer. He has the strength and intelligence to do whatever he wants. I think the reason he lets himself get hit and play around is 1) to avoid losing his temper or gaining a suspiciously large advantage, 2) to avoid showing his full power and 3) because he simply does not want to kill the person, so full power is unnecessary. I think he treats fighting like a game (he does like video games) as a person who was taught to be serious. He is more powerful than he actually needs to be so he uses limited power to support his daily life. 3. Goo's collection of fellow crazy people is fascinating because they all have similar personalities and became a little more mature. Goo did say he wanted his own crew and he got it I guess. Got a bunch of freakazoids and made himself the king. I still wonder what he's doing with them. Crazies taking over the world.

mini-theories

1. I have a sneaking suspicion that maybe the reason PTJ chose Goo to save Vasco is not just because he's the weapons genius. Maybe the reason he gets offended when other people use weapons on him is because he also had aichmophobia and overcame it by taking the power of weapons back. This would also explain why he dislikes scars on his body. It would be the complete opposite of Vasco. On that note, Vasco also smokes, which Goo also hates. 2. Goo, like Eugene, seems to be great at taking hits. I have a theory that he is used to pain from being cut and hit so many times in the past. Which would also explain his quickness to stab himself. For whatever reason, he just didn't scar or they faded. (Feel free to tell me all about dull and sharp blades!). 3. On the other hand, I have a theory that, like Gun, Goo has some kind of genetic mutation/superpower that allows him to heal faster or maybe feel less pain? That would explain why he goes to the hospital every other day and doesn't care. He lets himself get hit and doesn't mind. I feel like superior healing would suit him.

k im done tired now

pls feel free to add on

[livelaughlovesubs]

It’s pretty good 2

(Note: most of those can be read over bato, mangabuddy, mangago and Vymanga. If you can’t find it, send me an ask/message)

don't delete

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, handjob, overstimulation, tongue kissing, teasing, biting, marking

The art is very nice, though there are still a few panels I didn't like in terms of art, cuz it looked weird or smt. But that's fine. The guy is a literal shark, he's cute though so at least something. This tells the story of a girl, who had to work with this guy on a group project, but he's rude to her. Suddenly she got a new app on her phone and started seeing the 'interest rate' he had in her over his head. So she thought it was due to the app. Then they made up and fucked. I like her ex, gimme her ex please.

Miyoshi wants to make a younger dog cry

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, cunnilingus, ear licking, nipple play, teasing, bondage

Guess what? Oneshot! Very stable and consensual, and errrm, yea. Boring? Makes sense since it's their first time, but yea, it's a good read, nice art and great communication. The smut was.. yea. Whatever. When she teased him it was fun

First Switch ~Soft Fluffy Wife x Elite Husband

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, somnophilia, handjob, fingering, nipple play, cream pie, blowjob

This is the other one to the 'Elite x pretty boy'. I'll say I liked the other one more, cuz of everything. This time they had some miscommunication, he became drunk, she touched him in his sleep, and make-up sex bam. Ain't that great. Oh, also seems like this is the second part? Cuz they were already married, and they married in that other one. Whatever, anyway, one shot again :]

If I have a chance, I want to wrap my boyfriend's fetishes!

Kinks (warning): vaginal sex, fingering, sex toys, handjob, humping, teasing and probably a few more

It was almost vanilla if you ask me, but that's my opinion. They are adorable though. Sooo, this girl is dating an university student I think, and she visited him during some festival. I forgot if it was Christmas or New Year's Eve. Then she found out she is neither a dom or a sub, she just wants to see her bf in bliss and in pleasure. That's cute, isn't it? So it's a healthy relationship (if I remember

[Ukedan (Yoshiaki)] 41-sai Doutei Hishojo na Otto wa Konya mo Tsuma ni Aisareru

Kinks (warning): fingering, chastity belt, pegging, teasing, cum eating

Another one from that artist, the last one l've currently featured I think. Maybe I'll rate some more in the future. I believe this one is about an arranged marriage, where the guy has difficulties interacting with woman, so she took the lead every time. Asking him out on dates, leading convos or in bed, which is why, he got dicked down. But he didn't mind it so they married :D the story was a little funny when she first wiped out the strap and his face went

Hardcore vanilla

Kinks (warning): pegging, impact play, bondage, semi public, neglect play, fingering, anal play, nipple play, vaginal sex, sex toys and many more

Many must know about this one? I have to be honest, I dropped this after two chapters or smt, then went back to it, and stopped after two chapters again. Even now I haven't finished reading this because the art style is making me sleepy (idk how that works), and the story is kind of boring to me. The smut is good though, as far as I can tell. And since many people seemed to like it, I put it here. I won't ever finish it though cuz god this one always makes me fall asleep.

is it wrong to get done by a girl

Kinks (warning): pegging, vaginal sex, fingering, blowjob, handjob, teasing, sex toys and maybe a few more

Slow burn all the way. It was really adorable and I didn't mind the slow burn, until the author cockblocked us for the like third time. I couldn't take it anymore. That's what I say but I did finish this one cuz I thought it was very cute. Now they are both switch, which is fine by me. Kind of doesn't make sense considering the girl didn't like anyone taking the lead at first, but ig she grew to like it in the end. The guy has a trauma from dissatisfying woman by being so stressed out he can't pop a boner, leading to him having an even harder time, which is why she took the lead to lessen his stress, that's the story lol.

Lady & maid

Kinks (warning): cunnilingus, semi public, crossdressing, pegging, fingering, sex toys, nipple play, handjob, teasing and much more

Here, it tells the story of a girl who inherited a fortune and a house from her grandpa who was rich rich. Not only that, she also inherited a butler, gardener, two maids and a cook. They all like her and are her working personal harem (lol). The two maids and the butler are subs, (though I think the butler was switch-sub leaning) the cook and gardener are doms. The art is pretty good, I like it, sometimes the proportions look a bit off but that's fine. Also the younger maid looks a little like a kid, I guess shouta boy? Btw this is from an otome game—

Ore Dake ni Koakuma na Doukyuusei

Kinks (warning):

Forgot a lot but I think the ML didnt believe the girl actually wanted to go out with him and somehow in the end they ended up together? And I think she was very forceful. Not sure if it’s dub-con or rape anymore. Art is good though

Uraaka Joshi wa Oonahokoki ga Shitai! ~Nanpa shita Doutei Danshi o Onaho de Tappuri Kawaigaru Manga~

Kinks (warning): teasing, sex toys (fleshlights), bj, grinding…

This has no English translation (I think) so I have to clue what happened. I’m guessing they just hit on a random guy that was kinda cute, and he agreed, then they fucked around. Yea- (also I have to censor so much out of this pic bc of tumblr….)

[cherryyluvs]

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ I loved the batman reader one your so talented! If you don't mind would you do a joker reader? Like skills like the joker, crazy like the joker maybe this reader has their own version of Harley Quinn but doesn't love them and they get obsessed with mark idk full free to ignore I don't wanna bother 😭🙏🏽 also fun fact joker in one of the animated shows used to wear heels so you do what you want with that info. Can it also be male reader to if you don't do that that's okay but overall I love your work, and drink lots of water 🌊

Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m really glad you liked the Batgirl reader one! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ I love the idea of a Joker-like reader and i made it gender netrual, hope you dont mind!

Cecil had been keeping tabs on the situation for a while now. This new mysterious person, Joker.

Midnight City had seen its fair of madness, but you? Oh you were something different, something even Darkwing was struggling to handle. So much that Cecil had to send Mark in.

“Are you serious? Mark snapped, arms crossed. “You want me to work with him? The guy who got away with murdering people?”

Cecil sighed, rubbing his temples. “This isn’t about your issues with Darkwing, Mark this is about them” He slid a file across the table, a collection of grainy photos showing that wide grin of yours. “They call themselves The Joker – which I may say is stupid name but here we are.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed. The image of you, your manic grin, burning buildings in the background. Sent a shiver up his spine. “They're causing that much of a problem?”

“They are completely unpredictable,” Cecil continued. “Darkwing has been trying to keep them contained, but let's just say.. It's not going so great.”

“So why send me? Mark questioned, suspicion creeping in on him. “You have other people for this. Hell, let Darkwing deal with it.”

“I'm not asking you to like it” Cecil responded, voice firm. “He needs help and you're the best option. It's not just some street level thug we’re dealing with. This person is chaos incarnate”

Mark slammed his hands against the wooden table. “Fine. But I'm not going easy on Darkwing and if he steps out of line. I'm not backing him up.”

When Mark arrived in Midnight City, it felt like he stepped into an entirely different world. The city, always in darkness, seemed heavier tonight. As if the shadows themselves were watching him. He met up with Darkwing on a rooftop, standing across from each other. “You've got some nerve” Mark said, glaring at Darkwing. “Working with you, after all the people you killed?”

Darkwing’s mask hid his expression, his voice cold “I don't have time for your moral lecture right now. We’ve got bigger problems. And if you want to stand on a soapbox while the city burns, be my guest.”

“Let's just finish this mission,” Mark muttered.

⸝⸝

Your obsession didn't start immediately, you've heard of invincible before. You were curious at first. The way he fought, the way he held back even when he had enough power to crush a person's head in his hands.

‘Mark’ was his name, how did you find out? You've been playing cat and mouse with Darkwing for months. The way he moved and worked, you even listened when muttered into his little communicator.

Eavesdropped on his grumpy little conversations with Cecil.

One night, after yet again another failed attempt to capture you. Darkwing slipped up “Mark should have handled this from the start” he grumbled under his breath, thinking you were too far to hear.

Oh-ho-ho~ Who’s this mark? It wasn't hard to put the pieces together.

A little digging here and a little breaking and entering into some GDA files. Man, Cecil really needed to toughen up his security.

And just like that, you had found a name.

Mark Grayson. It rolled off the tongue so nicely, didn't it?

⸝⸝

When you met Mark, you made sure it was grand, a charity gala. Packed with people completely oblivious to what was about to unfold. You crashed the party.

Quire literally.

A well placed explosive gadget sent the chandelier crashing to the floor. Screams erupting as people ran, you walked in through the chaos, humming as flames erupted.

And then? There he was.

Invincible.

“Oh? I just wanted to see the boy wonder myself” you clapped your hands together. “Let’s see if you're good as they say.”

Mark didn't hesitate, flying straight towards you.

But you? You avoided him effortlessly, the click of your heels as you spun away.

Your combat skills are chaotic, blend of acrobatics, agility, and unpredictability. All in high heels too. There wasn't really a technique, just an utter disregard for your own well being.

“Tsk, tsk, so aggressive! Where's the fun in that?” Mark swung again, you ducked giggling as you twirled behind him. “Oh, pretty boy, you're precious.”

“Tell me” tapping his chest with your finger.

“Are you here to stop me? Or are you here because you're curious?”

His jaw clenched. “Shut up”

“Hit a nerve did i?” you grinned, leaning in close. “Tell me Mark.. when you look at me, do you see a problem, to fix? Or do you see something more.. Interesting?”

He then hit you.

And oh darling, that was when you felt it. The raw, barely contained power behind his fist. The heat in his glare. Frustration dripping from his words when told you to stay down.

Oh, sweetheart, how could you not fall in love?

That stupid smile of yours never left your face, Mark hated that look.

It wasn't fear nor anger.

It was delight.

That was dangerous.

As if things were not complicated enough, you had your own little tag along, devoted, lovesick shadow. Who hung off of every word you said, makeup smeared, and their very own existence revolving around you. Except.. Something was off.

When they came to your rescue , cooing your name. You looked downright bored.

They giggled. Pressing close “Oh, Joker, you're so amazing! Tell me what to do next, to make you happy!”

But you? You just signed, pushing them off you with an unimpressed wave. “Ugh, please, spare the dramatics.”

Mark brows furrowed. “You don't even like them do you?”

Your smile widened “Oh i love them! The same with a cat loves playing with its food” You stared at him, voice a whisper. “But you? You're the real fun.”

Mark felt a shiver down his spine.

Cecil was frustrated, Darkwing getting more aggressive. Mark? He was pissed.

“You have to take them seriously Mark” Darkwing warned after another failed attempt to take you down.

Mark ran his hand through his hair. “I am taking them seriously!”

Darkwing shook his head. “Then why haven't you stopped them?”

Mark clenched his fist

Because stopping you meant playing into your game. Because everytime he hit you, you laughed. The more he resisted , the more you wanted.

And maybe.. Just maybe you were starting to get under his skin.

Mark may never fully understand you, you'll always be a challenge, a dangerous puzzle that he can't solve no matter what. The obsession is there and it may never fully go, and though you may be beyond redemption. Mark hopes – just for a second that there's a chance for you to snap out of it.

Cecil was right.

Darkwing had been right.

You weren't just another villain. You weren't just some threat that could be beaten down and forgotten.

You were a problem.

And the worst part?

Mark had a feeling that this was only the beginning.

[bambisturns]

Sbsf!chris x reader first time.

Beach vacation

Warning: contains smut (a little bit bc its my first time n im shy 🙈), pnv (unprotected dont do this stay safe yall! Reader is also on pill!), name calling (i think just slut tbh) idk lmk what i forgot lol

It was like a ritual at this point, every summer before the new school year your families joined together into going to the beach house in Key West. Both your parents and the triplets parents putting so much money onto buying something that you guys could have and maybe eventually take your own kids one day.

Since it was your last summer with your parents before heading off to college to join your sister and the triplets, everyone was there. Even chris who last year skipped out because it was quote in quote “getting lame”. Today was like any other day. Waking up at 9am and spending most of the day out on the beach, but it was the last day and you were sexually frustrated and sun drained.

You felt awful you knew your parents wanted to have a group dinner together but you havent had alone time in 2 weeks. The frustration building up over time, so while everyone is getting dressed, your still in bed. Your mom knocks on the door “honey, can i come in?” She asks “yea come in.” You say while staring at the ceiling “hey… why arent you dressed?” She asks in a soft manner. Thats the thing with your mom she was so soft spoken it almost made you feel more guilty for the lie you were about to tell.

“Yea im sorry mom, i know how important this dinner was for everyone but im so tired i dont feel good i think im running a fever and i dont want to get anyone sick” you say giving her puppy eyes. “Oh sweetie why didnt you tell us sooner? Let me go let everyone know you wont be joining us. Get some rest okay. And dont forget to finish packing we leave in the morning. I love you.” She says while tucking your blankets around you more and walking out of the room. You let out a sigh of relief.

Its been about 45 minutes since everyone left and you had just got done having the best orgasm of your life. Thank god you were smart enough to pack your rose toy. You get out of bed only wearing a oversized white tee that barely covers your skimpy lacy panties, walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, closing the fridge door you turn around see Chris sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone chocking on your water you stare at him with wide eyes “how.. how long have you been here?” You ask feet glued to the floor in fear of his answer.

“Long enough. Don't sound sick to me kid” he says looking over at you eyes trailing down your legs. You tug at the bottom of your shirt moving to stand behind the island counter. “You… fuck, you didnt like hear anything did you?” You ask him again this time avoiding his eyes as he stands up from the couch slowly making his way towards you. “Hear what? You moaning and whimpering like a lil’ bitch? Didn't think you had it in you kid” he says standing across from you. Your cheeks now dusted a rosey color as you lean forward and place your head down in your hands in embarrassment.

“This is so fucking embarrassing” you say still loking down. There is a silence and you hear chris moving. Looking up you see hes beside you ���s’not embarrassing kid, s’human nature.” He says looking down at you. ‘God he looks so good’ you thought to yourself. “Pretty embarrassing not gonna lie. Didn't think anyone was home.” You say taking a sip out of your water. “Could tell. You were pretty loud. You know if you fantasize bout me kid least you could do is say sum bout it”

You dont know you got here bent over the island getting your back blown out your mind is completely blank. Chris fucking you from behind has you seeing stars. “Ahh fu-fuck, right there!” You moan out. Trying to find something, anything to grab onto resulting in to you gripping the edge of the counter. “Yea, y’like that? Fucking slut, fantasizin’ bout your sisters best friend?” He grunts out thrusts getting faster. Chris grabs a fist full of your hair yanking you up, back meeting his chest.

“Fu-fuck Chris! Dont st- stop” you ramble on. This is better than any toy any other guy youve ever been with. “Yea? Got you goin dumb on my dick huh slut?” He asks picking up his pace “mmm I-“ you cant even form sentences anymore. Because hes right. Hes literally fucking you stupid. “Shit shit Chris gon- gonna cum!” You sqeak out as he ruthlessly hits your g spot over and over. “Go ‘head cum for me baby” he says keeping his ruthless pace. The coil in your stomach snaps and you release soaking his cock with your orgasm. Going limp against the counter “fuck gonna fill this pussy up. After this your mine you hear me?” He says wrapping his hand around your throat pulling you back to him again.

“Answer me.” He spits out. “Yes! Yours all yours!” You moan out. His pace starts to stutter. With one last stroke he releases inside you painting your gummy walls white. You both stand there for a while trying to catch your breath as he slowly pulls out earning a little hiss from you. He looks down and sees a mixture of both your releases spilling out of you he scoops it onto his finger pushing it back inside. “You better not get pregnant bro.” He says pulling his fingers back helping you pull your panties up.

“Ha ha how are you gonna say that AFTER fucking me? But i wont. Im on the pill.” You say while rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Walking to your room to put some sleep shorts on. You head back to the living just as everyone walks back in from the dinner “oh y/n sweetie what are you doing up?” Your mom asks setting her purse onto the counter. “Oh i just woke up. I was just seeing if Chris was out here because he messaged me saying you asked him to stay back.” You say looking over at Chris who took his seat back on the couch. “Oh yea I’m sorry sweetie i should have told you.” She says looking at you smiling.

“I hope he was a gentleman and helped you with whatever you needed” Marylou chimed in looking over at Chris with a stern look on her face “Dont worry mom I made sure to help her with whatever she needed” he responds, and while no one is looking he shoots you a little smirk. What a fucking tease.

a/n: first time writing smut (a lil bit) idk how i feel ab this ngl 😭

🏷️: @grace-sturnz , @matts-girlfriend , @courta13 , @r0set0y , @thecrawlys

[ri-writes-if]

Hiii! First off, Osaron has my heart and soul wrapped around his little finger.

Question: Have you ever explored Os and Vez's relationship, and will we see anything there? Vez seems the type to be an amazing parent, but I'm really curious if Vez is the type to gently tease Os about a relationship or something (or vice versa). I'm just curious about behind the scenes family thoughts about a family member being with the oracle.

Honestly, now that I think about it, I'm kinda curious about all of the RO's thoughts on the person dating the oracle...

You're awesome, and I love your work! 💜

Hi! Hehe, you'll be able to wrap their heart around your finger! Eventually 🤭

I spoke about their dynamic a little bit here.

As for your ask: I think it might crop up at some point, when it becomes clear that the things between Os and the Oracle are pretty serious. Os has had many lovers, so Vez has got kind of used to that and they don't care about most of Os's dalliances unless it grows into something more than what Os usually has, lol.

They're also not the types of parent/child that would show feelings/private dynamic in public, so idk if the Oracle will see any of Vez's teasing. Maybe small bits of it, or perhaps I might write Os's POV about it eventually, but I can't say for sure. I'm keeping it in mind, and if there's a place for it, I'll add it.

I really want to write about the cast's opinion on the others dating the Oracle. I love things like that. It's a bit early for it at the moment story-wise, but I'm on the lookout for the right place for it! It makes sense that it should appear, at least in the cast's POVs, since the LIs will date a ticking time bomb (the Oracle), and there's no way the others won't be concerned about it.

Thank you 🥺💛 I'm happy you're enjoying TAS!