#and show he does have/can actually open his eyes

[everythingspokenfor]

Casually thinking about older!Bakugou . As usual, all characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

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Older!Bakugou who is still in his early 30s, being pestered by his mother to at least get a girlfriend (and eventually settle down). She is afraid she'll never be able to meet her grandkids if this continues.

Older!Bakugou who has attended weddings of his friends, co-workers and even few of the people he had rescued. Although, had no intention of settling down anytime soon, wanting to focus on hero work because it gave him a drive, something to look forward too.

Older!Bakugou who was never really interested in any women that threw themselves at him, always keeping to himself, mellowed out with age. His friends no longer setting him up on blind dates because it was all in vain.

Older!Bakugou who hires a new support tech, because he was impressed by the work. Who meets the newbie in the hallway of the building, screaming at a rookie prohero.

"this is my resume", you shoved an open file into the rookie's face,"on page 12 it list all the things I was hired for", you pause pulling the folder, skimming through the pages to open page 12, he assumes. "Here, now read carefully, does it say 'write reports for rookies because they are apparently incapable of writing it' huh?", you slam the folder shut on the table. " Don't ever expect to do your work, rookie."

You turned around and left the hallway, not really noticing that you almost ran into Pro-hero: Dynamight.

Older!Bakugou who observes you working around the lab, fierce support tech that minds her business and prefers talking to her projects over actual people. Diligent with her work, getting her job done.

Older!Bakugou who enters the lab one day because his gauntlet need to repaired.

"they are too chunky." You don't really have a filter, already working on dismantling the whole thing, not sparing Bakugou a glance.

"You should focus on your work, kid." He was already staring at you.

"What do you think I am doing, Dynamight? This chunk isn't going to fix itself."

He is glad that your words remains same, irrespective of who you are talking to. Always stating the obvious.

"watch it, kid." He walked out of the lab.

Older!Bakugou who is surprised when the new tech remodels his gauntlets but also repairs the old ones, showing him the perks of new ones while still repairing the old ones just in case he doesn't like the new ones.

Older!Bakugou who, at 32, finds himself horrified by the idea that he might be interested, in someone, someone who is younger than him. You are 24, barely am adult in his eyes. You are smart, snarky and considerate.

You explain things to people, help around the lab, yet you are still sharp can take a joke, can make a joke.

Older!Bakugou that is nervous, prospect of asking out a girl making him sweat. He stands at the entrance of your lab, clear door doing nothing to hide his hulking frame, you are still working on something, hunched over a table with a chunky metal in hand.

"you know, I can see you, right?"

He lets out a breath, a small smile breaking onto his face, he moves into the lab. You notice he is wearing casual clothes, sweatpants and a t-shirt, carrying take-out boxes in his hand.

"I was getting dinner, thought I'd get you some too." He is already setting up on the 'not work table' in the room, already aware of what would happen if he put food on your 'work table'.

"What did you do, boss?" You voiced suspiciously, already moving to wash your hands.

"Can't even get people dinner in this economy"

"People", faux disbelief evident in your voice,"I wouldn't call me people, boss" you pulled the chair out and sat in front of him.

"Why not, tech?" He teased, handing you pair of chopsticks.

You look at him with mischief in your eyes, you lean over and play your hand around you mouth, almost as if sharing a secret,"Because you don't practice asking 'people' out, Suki."

His eyes widened,"You heard that? I thought the glass door was fucking sound proof." He let out a sigh, hours of practising and he doesn't even get a chance to say it.

"They are soundproof. From the inside tho." You looked over to him, before placing your hand over his," And I'll go on that date, also we should totally check the sound proofing of the lab tonight."

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[darnell-la]

i love the darkpervy!logan x reader content, pls make more!

summary: logan hated picking y/n up from bars and clubs, especially if her male best friend was there. she never listens to him, and tonight, he could only show her what happens when she gets as drunk as she does in public.

note: I think we’ve made a similar story like this, so we’ll try to make it a bit different.

“She’s drunk, peanut. Go and pick her up for me,” Wade told Logan as his eyes stayed on Vanessa who danced in front of him. “Why would I? She’s old enough to get around herself,” Logan said as he took a sip of his drink.

“It’s not like you’re enjoying this amazing, godsend of a woman dancing in front of us, anyway. Plus, Max is there, and you don’t want him taking her home, right?”

Logan’s fist tightened at the thought of Max being anywhere near y/n. He knew what kind of man that boy was. Logan wouldn’t be able to live in his shared apartment, knowing Max fucked her somewhere in there.

Logan got up without saying a word. “By the way, I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon. I’m spending time with my future wife,” Wade shouted as Logan walked out of the bar door.

Logan had been sitting in his car for a while now. Usually, y/n comes right out, but by the videos, her friends are posting online, he knew she was having too much fun there.

Logan groaned as he stepped out of his truck, knowing he’d hate the sight of seeing y/n all over Max like she always is. He hated that thought. There was nothing special about Maximilian in any way.

“I’ll be right back, bub,” Logan told the security guard, so he wouldn’t have his truck removed from in front of the building. “Five minutes,” was all the guard gave him.

Logan quickly made his way to the section y/n and her friends always buy, and with no surprise, Max was all in y/n’s ear. The way she giggled, made Logan’s fists tightened.

“Alright, bub — Time to go home,” Logan spoke as he walked up to the section. “Logan! Have a drink with us,” Y/n offered as she raised her hand to give him her glass, but he didn’t take it.

“I don’t think he wants to drink from you, princess. Let him get his own glass,” Max spoke for Logan, and that was something he wouldn’t allow. Who does this man actually think he is?

Logan took y/n’s glass and chugged the whole thing, knowing he wouldn’t feel anything. All she drank were sweet drinks.

“Happy, princess?” Logan said, claiming her nickname back from Max. “That’s not fair, Lo. You’ve gotta drink more,” y/n said as she grabbed bottles to mix them in a glass.

“We can do that another time, bub, let’s get you home,” Logan said as he pushed past Max and softly grabbed y/n’s hand. Y/n whined as she got up to move past Max with him.

“Next week, same time?” Max asked, and right as y/n opened her mouth, Logan spoke for her. “I’m taking her out with Wade, so, no thank you,” Logan winked at the younger man before dragging y/n towards the exit with him.

“What are we gonna do next weekend?” Y/n asked, very excited, but anyone could tell she was drunk out of her mind. Logan knew once she got in his trust, she’d be passed out in his back seat, and that’s what she was.

“You can’t be drinkin’ like this, y/n. No Uber would actually take you home, seeing you like this,” Logan only told the truth as she whined in the back seat. She could barely understand the man.

“I’ve thought about what I should say to you, on my way here, but no matter what I’ll say, you won’t listen. You probably won’t even remember from how drunk you are,”

Logan pulled into a dark park that was only around the corner from their shared apartment. Wade wasn’t home, and y/n was vulnerable. Only one thing could cross Logan’s mind that he’s been wanting to do, but couldn’t. He never knew how, and when to, but tonight was the night.

“I’m hungry,” y/n struggled to say. Lovna could barely hear her. “I’ll make something at home, but right now, you’re in trouble,” Logan got out of the car as y/n repeatedly asked why.

“You see,” Logan opened the back doors to his truck and hopped in. “You would’ve taken the Uber tonight, right?” Logan asked as he moved y/n so her back was on the seat. “Mhmh,” y/n replied as her head spun.

“Yeah, so let’s see how you’d get through the night in an Uber,” Logan said as he began tugging at her dress, lighting it up until her skin touched his seat. “Huh? What?” Y/n asked, her voice seeming so far away.

“What would you do in this situation? If the Uber didn’t take you right home?” Logan asked as he hooked his fingers around her panties before ripping them clean off of her.

“Hey- Logan?” Y/n didn’t know what to do or say. What was even happening? Y/n couldn’t think straight, and the sight of that angered Logan, yet, turned him on. It’s not like he couldn’t get what he wanted if she was sober. He was stronger than her either way.

“And, this is why you can’t go out drunk. Look at you. You can’t even lift your head to look at me,” Logan said as he unbuckled his pants, feeling how hard his cock rubbed against his fabric. She looked sweeter than ever.

“Lo? What- happening?” Y/n wanted to know what was going on as Logan moved between her legs, always feeling close to the sight of her folds. She looked wet, smooth, and sweet. Just like he’d imagine.

“I’m not Logan, remember? I’m your Uber driver,” Logan said as he pushed at y/n’s entrance. At first, she didn’t feel too much to alarm her, until his tip slipped past her folds.

“Logan- Logan!” Y/n whined loudly as she lifted her arms to push at his chest. “Nah uh, you let me in,” Logan continued painting through her folds as her feet curled and mouth parted.

“N-No,” y/n felt her heart pound, getting scared of what was happening. She knew this was Logan, but she was too drunk tonight. There was too much pressure running through her body.

“Why? Tell me why, baby, and I might stop,” Logan lied. He just wanted to hear her speak. “T-Too big — I-I came breath,” y/n stuttered, and being the asshole Logan was, he lifted y/n’s legs over his shoulder to make her feel more trapped.

“Lo- please! I-I can’t,” y/n begged as her stomach twitched. “Oh, yeah? But, you can fuck Max, huh? You can fuck him at his place, but can’t give me a little attention at home?”

Y/n shook her head as she tried to comprehend what Logan was saying. Why was he bringing up Max? Why did he sound so angry? Why did he speed up his thrust the more she pushed at his lower stomach?

“G-Get up — Please,” y/n begged, feeling the need to pee, which meant she was close to an orgasm. That was too embarrassing for her. She couldn’t cum on Logan’s cock. This was inappropriate.

“Stop trying to push me away, y/n. It’s not gonna fucking work,” growled as he slapped y/n’a hands away. “No! N-No, I won’t,” y/n got fussy with the man as she fought his hands from pushing her away.

“W-We can’t do this!” Y/n tried shouting at Logan, but nothing about her in this situation made him think she’d get out of this. “I don’t care how embarrassed you are, y/n. You’re gonna fucking cum on me like you do to Max,”

Logan’s hands wrapped around y/n’s neck, making her gasp. “Logan, please — I-I’m gonna cum, and- I- Please,” y/n begged the man, but her eyes soon rolled to the back of her head.

“Ah huh,” Logan snapped his hips as his grip pulled her into his thrust. “G-Gonna cum,” y/n cried low as she gushed around the man. Her legs shook and nails dug right into Logan’s wrists.

“That’s it — It feels good, doesn’t it? Better than Max, right? C’mon, baby, tell me,” Logan slowed his strokes down, but made sure to dig deep in her cunt, causing her lower belly to ache.

“P-Please, please,” y/n tried holding it back, but she gushed again, spilling all over his seats with a loud cry. “Oh, yeah — That’s my, girl. Only for me,”

[asidian]

I've seen a lot of talk about how breathtakingly devoted Charles is for walking down into hell to rescue Edwin, but one thing I don't think I've seen talked about anywhere is how astoundingly brave it was.

Put yourself in Charles' place, at this point in canon.

Literally all Charles has heard about hell is what Edwin has told him. And all Edwin's said, over and over again, for thirty years, is how terrible it was. It's the worst place with the worst people, and, well, Edwin trauma Olympics like a champ. Even if Charles doesn't know the full story, and he plainly doesn't, he knows that it's Very Bad.

He's walking into an absolute nightmare, and he knows it, and he does it with his eyes wide open.

And then take a look at how he's getting there.

The last time he saw the Night Nurse, she forced him to relive his worst trauma in real time and was threatening to split the pair of them up - to drag Edwin back to hell herself.

You can actually see Charles' expression shift when Niko suggests the Night Nurse look in his head again; he's afraid, and he's trying hard to mask it. He's afraid, but he's willing to let it happen, because he will do whatever it takes to get to Edwin.

So he stands aside and lets her poke around in his mind again, no matter how much pain she caused him the last time she was there.

And then?

Then he's got to rely on this woman who has literally only ever done him harm to uphold her end of the bargain.

Add to all of that the fact that Charles doesn't know if he can do this.

The only time he forcefully tells Crystal no, without any apology or softening of the words, is when he tells her she can't come to hell with him.

That's because he doesn't know if he can keep her safe. He doesn't know if he can make it back.

This is on the heels of the Devlin house, where he was able to do nothing to save the family trapped inside. It's on the heels of the Night Nurse showing him how powerless he is. It's on the heels of the Two Dead Dragons, where he spends the entire episode certain that he's a terrible person. It's on the heels of the debacle in the forest with Monty, where Charles is able to do nothing at all. He has to rely on Crystal to save the day.

He does not know if he can do this, and even if he can, he does not know whether he can trust the person letting him have a chance to fulfill her end of the bargain.

But he doesn't even hesitate.

He's going after Edwin because he has to go after Edwin.

He's got to. Because the alternative, leaving Edwin on his own again to suffer this fate he's suffered for too long already, is unthinkable.

And so he walks into hell, and he rewrites the whole damn narrative with bravery and devotion and desperation alone. And that is so unspeakably lovely that I'm still not over it, all these months in.

[chameleonwritess]

Okay I accidentally got the flambé insanity out of my system on my enstars spam Instagram but I’m still gonna scream about ibayuzu bc I NEED TO….

Listen, I may say things about how awful they are for each other and like ‘lol ibayuzu is their bad ending’ because I love me some toxic yaoi, but hear me out: nah it’s not actually all that toxic OR bad for them, they just need to SIT DOWN AND COMMUNICATE WITHOUT THE DRAMATICS AND THE CONSTANT TRYING TO ONE UP EACH OTHER which is probably not gonna happen because they both love the dramatics and one upping each other too much

Now here’s why: pretty much the ONLY TIME we see Yuzuru get to be himself is when he’s talking to Ibara. Can you imagine how much of a relief it must be to him that FINALLY he can drop the act and SNAP at this Guy? Knowing that a) he can take it because he’s actively encouraged it and is already well aware of exactly how ruthless Yuzuru is capable of being and b) it’s not going to ruin his reputation or leak his background to any fans or higher ups because Ibara needs to keep their history just as secret at Yuzuru. Ibara is so so important to Yuzuru because as much as he can complain about how much he despises him…. He’s not even ALLOWED to express open distaste for anyone else- this is the one person he can be a bitch towards without fear or without having to cover up the bitchiness with feigned niceties (and Yuzuru is such a bitch at heart xoxo)

And now for Ibara. Yuzuru is one of the only people he can ALWAYS trust. He knows Yuzuru’s past, he knows Yuzuru’s mindset better than anyone else and he KNOWS he’s the only one who’s aware of how Yuzuru really feels and works, which gives him the comfort of knowing that Yuzuru isn’t gonna betray him. Yuzuru has nothing to gain from screwing him over and ruining his life or anything else. Sure he’s a thorn in his side when it comes to his sneaky tricks and schemes, but when it comes to being able to breathe freely and not have to battle every day of his life, afraid that everyone around him is just waiting for the opportunity to tear him down and send him right back into the battlefield, he knows that Yuzuru is safe. And I think he’s aware enough by now that Yuzuru does genuinely care about him- favourite pupil privileges and all that.

So basically, Flambé sent me insane because of the amount of mentions about their joint past and the way they instantly retort back to anything the other says. Yuzuru snarkily saying that Ibara must struggle to give gifts because he doesn’t care about anyone else (I smell resentment from the past. Why are you so convinced of that, Yuzuru? You know Ibara just wanted a safe haven- upset that wasn’t you? Upset he chose Nagisa over you???? Upset that he doesn’t care about you like you care about him??????????). We also have Ibara scheming in his own mind and WATCHING for Yuzuru’s reaction. Because Yuzuru doesn’t say anything. We just get a sprite of him narrowing his eyes. And suddenly Ibara’s like ‘haha he noticed! Just as I expected hehe! Can’t get away with anything with Yuzuru around!’… Ibara why are you watching? Why are you waiting and hoping he thwarts you????? (Lmao Perry and Doofenshmirtz ass dynamic) Ibara you don’t need to pretend to be evil just to get Yuzuru to stop you so you have an excuse to enjoy being an idol….. I mean, Yuzuru sees through it and is gonna enable that for you anyway but THERE WAS NO NEED I PROMISE!!

Ugh they make me insane. Read Flambé, y’all!!! It’s also one of my fave Rinne stories because I love love love when an all out over the top dramatic character gets to show a more subdued side and drop the mask for a bit- especially around a specific person (rinniki nation winning) (wow weird thing for the notorious wataei freak to comment on)

And I’m done byeeee

[sister-lucifer]

Merry Fuckin’ Christmas

Jeff The Killer x Male Reader 

Genre: NSFW

Summary: Jeff comes in at the last minute to ruin your Christmas in the mansion 

Content/warnings: Bully Jeff, Noncon sexual acts and touching (but no actual penetrative sex), mentions of alcohol and drinking, Jeff drunkenly spits in Reader’s mouth, hair pulling, condescending pet names (sunshine), praise, degradation, this is a really mean spirited one

A/N: This fic was inspired by THIS lovely work by @ruinhood . Happy holidays, everyone! ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

This is not fully proofread, please let me know if you see any errors!

Feedback is appreciated and encouraged!

If you like, please reblog!

By some miracle, you’ve managed to have a lovely Christmas evening. 

For once, everyone sat together, exchanging gifts and talking civilly without violence or threats or even a raised voice. You could have sworn you even saw Tim smile—no one would believe you if you said that, but you know it happened. You picked up some small gifts for the others over the past few months, and actually got some in return. Nothing big, of course; a cool rock from Toby, a carved figurine from Tim, a macaroni picture from Sally, that sort of thing. None of you had any money to buy anything fancy.  None of you were bothered by that. 

Of course, the peace of the night was almost certainly helped by the fact that Jeff didn’t bother to show. He stomped out into the snow earlier this morning and no one cared enough to go after him. You all figured he’d come trudging back with soaking wet shoes and a bottle in his hand to ruin everyone’s fun. There’s been no sign of him. 

What a damn relief. 

Now, though you’re far too tired to put everything in its rightful place, you’re careful to stack the boxes without breaking anything. Until tomorrow—or whenever you have the energy to clean up—they’ll be nestled away in the corner. A quick glance at the clock tells you it’s ten until midnight. Christmas is almost over. 

As much fun as you had, it does feel nice to get off your feet and into bed. The wind whistles outside your window, but it’s perfectly warm under your covers. You can still hear the proxies clinking glasses in the living room, but even they’re quieting down now. It’s…nice.  The first ‘nice’ night you’ve had in a long time. 

And then your door creaks. 

Your eyes fly open and you sit up quickly. Your reaction is sharp, but you only expect to see Sally standing in the doorway, complaining of nightmares, or maybe Toby stopping by to see if you’ll drink with him since the masked twins went to bed. 

Instead, the silhouette you see in the hallway light is unmistakably Jeff. 

The smell of cheap whiskey wafts into the room instantly. You press yourself back against the headboard of your bed, instantly on the defensive. He’s wasted. 

His ratty old Converse are caked in mud and still have bits of snow clinging to them, tracking frozen filth everywhere he goes. His hoodie and jeans are equally dirty, and stained with blood. The smell is even worse than usual. He’s got a death grip on the sack he’s holding at his side, and it looks heavy. 

He’s breathing heavily, like he just ran up the stairs. He huffs, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and runs his tongue over his teeth before he speaks. 

“You didn’t think I forgot about you, didja, sunshine?” 

You shudder. All his words are slurring together. 

“…W-We didn’t know where you were,” you stammer, struggling to gauge his mood. He’s smiling, more than he really should be right now, and for some reason that scares you more than the force of his anger. 

“I had to go out and do some Christmas shopping, that’s all,” he replies with a shrug. He stomps into your room, the sack dragging behind him. As he gets closer, you can see the deep red staining the bottom of the bag and leaking onto the floor. It stinks like a corpse. 

He drops the sack by your bed, and thankfully it doesn’t fall open. Just thinking about what’s in it is enough to make you sick without having to look at it. You don’t exactly run with the friendliest crowd, sure, but Jeff has a special brand of violence; even the other killers find his habit of extreme mutilation not only unnecessary, but immature and deplorable. No one else kills for pleasure like he does. 

He puts both hands on your bed and slowly leans in. His breath is rank, and there are spatters of blood stuck to his teeth and face. You try not to breathe. 

“So,” he finally drawls after a long moment of tense silence, “what’d ya get me?” 

…Oh, fuck. 

You swallow hard. 

You didn’t get him anything. 

You didn’t think he’d want anything from you. The few times you’ve seen anyone give him anything, he either gets mad or destroys it right then and there. He doesn’t need shit from anybody, he’d say. Jeff had no interest in any sort of civility. 

The issue is, if you look him in the eyes and say you didn’t get him anything…

…He might just kill you. 

You don’t have anything to say for yourself. You just stare back at him, and he doesn’t move an inch, except for his grin stretching just a bit further across his scarred cheeks. 

You flinch when he suddenly pulls back, his shoulders coming up into a shrug. 

“Ehh, don’t worry about it,” he says with a laugh, “No one else got me anything either. The thing is…” 

He pauses. He looks around, making sure the coast is clear before lowering his voice. 

“…I got you somethin’, sunshine.” 

He giggles like an excited child, and your blood goes cold. Your eyes flick briefly to the sack he brought in with him. He follows your gaze, and quickly brushes off your worry with a wave of his hand. 

“Oh, no, no, it’s not him, don’t worry.” 

‘Him.’ Eugh. You might gag. 

He laughs to himself for a few more moments, and your terror stacks higher and higher. He steps closer again as his laughter dies down. Then he leans in again, eyes boring into yours and gaze not wavering for even a second. 

You expect him to pull some sick joke from his pocket, or maybe drag you outside into the cold to show you some mutilated carcass. Then, he speaks. 

“Open your mouth.” 

The silence that drags on following the curt order makes you feel stupid. 

“…Wh…H-Huh?” You stammer, blinking up at him. His smile doesn’t move. 

“Open your mouth,” he repeats, like you’re the dumbest person on Earth, “so I can give you your present.” 

Your brain scrambles to find a good reason for his instructions. You come up with none. 

“Oh, it’s li-like a candy, or something?” You ask with a nervous laugh.  

He thinks, then shrugs. 

“Something like that.” 

Your heart is thumping in your chest, trying desperately to escape your ribs and run away from whatever fate is about to befall you. 

“You…Y-You can’t just put it in my hand—?” 

You barely get to finish before Jeff’s cheerful demeanor drops like a bag of bricks. In a blink, he’s on top of you, one hand grasping at your shirt and the other gripping your jaw. Struggling would only bring more pain, so you’re frozen staring up at him. 

“I said open your damn mouth, you whiny little bitch, and you’re gonna do what I say,” he growls, voice now devoid of all mirth. You nod as best you can in his hold. 

He spends a bit more time studying your face, eyes flicking back and forth across your expression as if he’s reading you, trying to discern how genuine you are. When he’s satisfied, he pulls back from your personal space and relaxes his grip, but doesn’t let go of your chin.  

“Go on then,” he says with a nod. He’s not willing to be patient, and you can tell. 

You have to force your lips to part, and it takes even more effort to open your mouth fully. You get about halfway before the feeling that you must look like a complete idiot sets in. Jeff’s mouth twitches, threatening a smile, then stills again. 

“Wider,” he demands, giving your jaw a threatening squeeze. You resist the urge to whimper as you comply. Satisfaction flashes in his eyes. 

“Tongue out,” he adds. Suddenly, he sounds much more focused, no longer looking at your eyes but instead focused on your mouth. Slowly, you push your tongue past your lips. Whatever he’s planning hasn’t even happened yet, and you’re already thoroughly humiliated, sitting here with your tongue hanging out of your open mouth like a begging dog. 

He runs his own tongue over his scarred lips before speaking. 

“Good, good…now just sit still.” 

Immediately, he pushes two thumbs into your mouth, making sure you have no chance of sealing your lips again. That makes you panic, and for the first time you really fight against him. You try to struggle, but you’re too shaky and scared to land a good kick on him, and his hands don’t move despite you clawing at his arms. He looms over you like a shadow of death, one knee coming down to press into the mattress and bump uncomfortably against your groin. He huffs in annoyance at your show of disobedience. 

“What part of sit still don’t you understand?” He hisses, “Do you want me to cut yer fuckin’ tongue out?”

You shake your head no as quickly as you can. Jeff is a lot of things, but he’s not a liar; he always keeps his word. You decide on self-preservation over your dignity. It’s not worth fighting. 

He takes his time getting into position for what’s about to happen. He takes extra care to make sure his knee presses into your crotch to an almost painful degree when he shifts. 

Finally, he stills, and he’s looking down at you like he wants to eat you. He runs his tongue over his teeth and laughs lowly. 

“You’re gonna love this,” he mumbles, sounding long he’s very far away. 

Without warning, he ducks his head, and the next thing you hear is the sound of saliva collecting in his mouth and his lips pulling back before he spits into the waiting hole you so kindly prepared for him. 

You tense, unable to even gag before he snaps your mouth shut and holds it there, looking awfully pleased with himself. 

“Go on,” he drawls, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, “swallow it. Be a good boy and swallow it. I gave you a gift.” 

The condescending praise makes you shiver. You swallow, just as he ordered. His eyes follow the lump in your throat closely. 

You’ve never seen him look so horribly enthused. 

Your head is yanked back when his hand moves from your jaw to tightly grip your hair. His free hand cups your groin, thumb rubbing over the shaft of your flaccid cock. The touch immediately excites you despite your efforts to will your dick to stay soft. You’d think your instinct would be to push him away, but you only grip the sheets instead.

“Again,” he commands, like an amused child, “again. Open your mouth.” 

You listen much faster than before, and you silently hope you don’t look eager. 

Again, he spits into your mouth, pushing your jaw closed with less force. This time you swallow without being told. When you open your mouth again, you’re panting, like you can’t catch your breath. His thumb strokes along your length with more purpose now, feeling it harden beneath the pad of his finger. 

You expect him to demand another, and even another after that, to keep going until he gets bored, but he doesn’t. He releases you and pulls back, wiping his mouth once more. You struggle to focus your vision as he steps away. 

He gathers the bloody bag he dragged in before trudging to the door. He stops in the doorway and looks back at you with a thoughtful expression on his face. 

You gulp. 

He snickers. 

“Hey, maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll give you a kiss on New Year’s,” he cracks. You can hear him laughing down the hallway, presumably headed to his own bedroom. 

You sit still, in silence, for a long while. Maybe it’s to process what just happened, but it doesn’t feel any less surreal when you finally move enough to look down at your lap. 

Your quivering cock straining against your pajama pants tells you everything you need to know. 

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[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 16

[Teia has sent new Crow armor, but neither Naimeryn nor, surprisingly, Lucanis, are sure it’s a good fit for her…]

SPOILER WARNING FOR BELLARA’S COMPANION QUESTLINE

CW/TW: suggestive banter

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“You can come in,” Naimeryn called over her shoulder. “I was going to try this new armor Teia sent but I think it might be… missing… something?”

“Let me see — *mierda*, The Invitation.”

He stopped dead in his tracks as Naimeryn tuned to him, slightly abashed about the deep v, but also he’d sort of seen her naked, so it was fine. Right? Definitely fine.

“The… Invitation?”

“It’s the nickname for that armor, it’s…” Lucanis seemed uncharacteristically flustered. He took a step towards her, hesitated, put his hands on his hips. He shook his head. “I can’t believe Teia thought this was a good idea. No, you know what, actually, I’m not surprised at all.”

“It’s bad?” Naimeryn asked nervously.

“Rook it’s — your whole — do you have any idea how *exposed* — “ he let out a low, frustrated growl as he seemed to struggle to find the words he wanted to use.

WE LIKE IT.

“Thank you, Spite,” Naimeryn smiled slightly. He’d said “we.” She widened her smile to a smirk at Lucanis.

“Spite, do not encourage this,” he sighed. “Your whole rib cage is exposed. Do you know how easily someone could stab you right now?”

Naimeryn made a show of flirtatiously shrugging her shoulder. “If you hate it so much I can just take it off.”

A mischievous sort of smirk she wasn’t used to twirled his lips and he stepped forward, putting one arm out on either side of her to touch the console table, boxing her in as he practically purred, “I’ll call that bluff.”

Naimeryn giggled nervously, but she could barely breathe. His brown eyes burned into hers and her knees felt weak.

“Caught me,” she giggled again, “I really can change though if you prefer.”

“You can wear whatever you like,” he said, very seriously, straightening up slightly so there was even less space between them. Her heart thudded in her ears. “It’s just… There’s a reason it’s good Crow armor. It can distract the target and deliver an opening. I do not think it will have that effect on either Ghilan’nain or Elgar’nan, nor this Anaris we’re to help Bellara dispatch.”

“Does it distract *you*?” She asked, wishing she sounded more teasing and less unsure.

“*Yes,*” his fingers flexed on her hip. “And when I am supposed to be watching your back, distracted is *not* how you want me.”

“But I do *want* you.”

The words slipped out before she could stop them. Shocked by her own boldness, she felt warmth spread across her cheeks — but not the fire she was used to. She couldn’t believe she’d said it… but also, it was true. Creators, but it was true.

Lucanis did not pull away, as she’d feared he might. Instead, he sighed, leaning into her more, their bodies and foreheads pressed gently together. If dying of happiness was a thing, Naimeryn was close to it.

“I know. And I… I *do* want you, Rook.”

“But?” She asked softly, letting her hands trail slowly up his arms, then resting them on his shoulders when he still made no move to pull away.

“*But* there is work to be done.”

“We really shouldn’t keep poor Bellara waiting… shes already scouted ahead. We have to meet her in Arlathan. I don’t want her rushing in on her own.” Naimeryn spoke faster as her mind cleared and caught up to her words. “Bellara is still hoping she can save Cyrian. Crap. We have to go.”

Before pushing against Lucanis to move, she pecked him on the nose. He smiled, planting one on her cheek as he let her stand and rush by, following close behind.

[yanoverload]

Feliz véspera de natal! Tem alguma ideia de como os yanderes iriam passar essa data??

- anon que gosta de uva passa

Christmas Time!

Translation of the ask: Since we are in the Christmas eve spirit, what do the yans do for Christmas? In English for you all to enjoy! 

Anon, posso te chamar the 🍇 anon? Por causa da uva passa? KSKSAKSAK

I will use Christmas as a base, but you can exchange it for other holidays accordingly! MORE UNDER CUT!!!

Kouta - I don't think Christmas or any of those are big for him because he is a yokai stuck to time, but I imagine he would like to spend time cozying with you since it would be cold. You are brushing his tail while he tickles you gently with his nails brushing over your skin. Def slowly blinked at you, heart in his eyes.

Probably hunts for you both in advance and he is an impeccable cook (a God's servant, he had to keep himself in line.) so you might get some winter weight! If you do not eat meat, he would struggle, but he would learn to pickle things so you could enjoy it in the colder months.

Beau - Watched the farm owners make big dinners for the holidays but never got any of it. His sister tried to make it a good day for him though, giving him some food she got from farm hands that felt bad.

In present times though, I presume he doesn't get much momentum to celebrate, since he works in Grandma's bakery, and it's a terribly busy time of the year. I like to imagine that he takes the time to bake something with Grandma together, closes shop and takes her to rest. She sleeps super early I'm sure. Then he would go out with you, bring you some hot cocoa (if you want with his milk or not, you choose) and go see the visuals. He loves Christmas lights.

Dae-Ho - I tried looking for how Koreans celebrate Christmas and if I get it wrong I'm sorry!

His parents usually aren't home at Christmas. He is an only child so he usually spent it alone, or with a nanny. The few times he actually had some fun on Christmas is when one or both of his parents were available, then they would invite work friends for a get together, have some finger foods by the chef instead of a big dinner and later at night he plays cello for the guests. He knows how to play piano and cello!

Got many gifts as a kid, but nowadays his parents don't bother giving him red envelopes with money or anything because he has a black card so.... I'm sure his dad got him permission for one of your trials for a gift once and it was the best Christmas for him. If you're together you do that but he plays instruments for you only, and swarms you with gifts.

Ramune - Never celebrated it, but once you explained it he got ecstatic. He loves parties and shiny things, and likes to get you gifts. (At the expense of his victims) And guess what, people get a lot of shit this time of year! 

Def wants to have lots of sex before, while and after you open his gifts. Doesn't eat so he just vibes with you watching Christmas movies. Is the type that would wear ugly sweaters. Also if you get him something prepare to be sucked dry.

This is a New Years thing but I wanted to add! In Spanish tradition you have to eat twelve grapes at each chime of the clock for good luck. He would 100% do that. (My abuela did it and I miss it)

Mono - Also didn't have Christmas in hell, but knows about good feasts! His family loves to eat, so he would love to have a nice dinner, that is after you explain to him humans don't eat wood. He would try to make you a pie or something but almost burn the kitchen. Crying sorrys as you clean it up. 

Good for the winter months tho, cuz he is very cozy! So you could just cuddle at home, or even go out! You won't ever feel cold around him. Prolly hates fireworks, but will watch a show if you like them.

Éliphas - in his lore, unicorns are a pagan God's favorite living beings, so I imagine he does celebrate the holidays, but in pagan ways! Also a good cook, considering you are never eating meat. (His food isn't vegan because I imagine there are animals like chicken and all in the domain) Doesn't snow there, so you both stay stargazing while he thanks the Gods for their blessings and dances with you. Will begrudgingly make a magic show for your entertainment.

His gifts tend to be homemade, and meaningful. You like to paint? He makes a whole set of brushes and paints for you. Clothes? He can sow, so he will make your clothes prettier than one of royalty. Likes animals? So does he! Gets you a place to care for your lil' critters.

It's also the time to prepare for the new year, so he makes spells to leave things behind to welcome anew. Whether that be feelings or physical

Also def has sex with you as an offering for the Gods (he's doing a spell of letting go! Letting go of his virginity LOL)

[autisticalastor]

do you feel us falling ('cause i feel us falling)

Pairing: Lucifer/Alastor

Rating: G

Tags: Established Relationship, First Kiss, Demiromantic Ace Alastor, Autistic Alastor (it shows), they have the "omg what are we?" talk <3, bonus: Platonic Radiodust!

A/N: This is part 3 of my Radioapple series, The Taming of the Deer and the Devil! If you've not yet read the other 2 parts, highly recommend doing that first! Anyways, I've been working on this one off and on for months between other fics, and it kinda shows... Hope you enjoy anyways! Title is from Goodnight Moon by Go Radio!

It happens in bed. Alastor is snuggling himself into Lucifer's feathers, waiting for Lucifer to pull him close and cling to him like he's a stuffed animal. But he doesn’t. He keeps a bit of distance, which can only mean one thing: They're about to have a Talk. Probably some inane question Lucifer's worked himself into thinking is the Most Important Thing Ever again, but the waiting is cutting into Alastor's “being warm and comfortable” time, and that just won't do. He cracks an eye open, giving Lucifer a look that seems to say get on with it already.

“So I, uh, I wanted to ask if… Well, maybe you wanted to… Come over for dinner this week? Uh, at— at my place, obviously.” Lucifer’s expression is hopeful, as if he still has some doubt as to whether Alastor will say yes. As if I’ve said no yet.

“You always sound so nervous when you ask me questions; why is that?” Alastor replies, giving him a bemused look.

“You make me nervous! That’s not the point— Will you come over and let me make you dinner or not?”

In truth, the idea of going over to Lucifer’s manor makes Alastor nervous. Charlie lives here at the hotel. The manor doesn’t have any staff. It would be just the two of them, with no one anywhere nearby to ease the potential awkwardness.

And really, he shouldn’t feel awkward about it. They sleep in the same bed most every night; what’s there to be so worried about? But it just feels different, the knowledge other people stay at the hotel as well making him feel like they were never truly alone together. He really isn’t sure he can handle the idea of there being nothing but the two of them. Together. As if things were perhaps getting serious between them.

Now that… That makes him nervous. His heart is skipping beats at even the thought of it. Which he supposes means he and Lucifer are in the same boat.

“All right,” Alastor finally answers. “But if you poison me, we’re done.”

Lucifer smiles at him, that warm, bright smile Alastor’s certain actually does give off some light of its own. “I’ll take those odds.”

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[sukunas-wife]

HAH BACK IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS! I was working on a little Christmas piece but ran out of time it’s 11:55 so have a little foot ball Sukuna head canon 🤍🤍🎄🎄🌟 and-

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Sukuna is the kind of player who if you’re talking to him when he needs to go change in the locker room, will drop his helmet on your head and rip his jersey off and throw it over the helmet and guid your blind into the locker rooms and you’ll just stand there yapping and all his teammates are spilt between hating it, or smiling because “No way in hell Sukuna brought her in here”

On away games, it’s a given that for your boyfriend you make him a little care pack, and I don’t mean a blanket a pillow and lip gloss and all that stuff, he was confused at first when you said you wanted to give him something, he was ready to roll his eyes and say “No I don’t need your Hello Kitty keychain bullshit to remember you, I’ll literally be backing in the morning” he actually does hang your Sanrio keychain on his duffle bag and flexes it hard and flips off his teammates for trying to bully it, but some of them low key think it’s cute and kinda funny so some of them end up getting funny little plush keychains for their own bags- but that’s not what happens, he’s actually surprised when you give him a little bag with icy hot patches, Gatorade, little snack protein bars he carries around, candies he usually steals from you ZzzQuill, he actually cracks a small smile and laughs amused, nodding as he tied the bag taking it away with him

When it’s a long day, and he’s groaning in aches and pains, he’ll lay face down shirtless in bed, and just hand you a bottle of Icy Hot, Tiger Balm or Cortisone cream, he showed you how to wrap a gauze so you can rub him down and wrap up his achey parts, sure the room smells and your eyes water a bit, but he loves you all the more, he’ll hug you into his side and order takeout and let you choose a movie more often than not, he’ll fall asleep in the weirdest positions if he’s not crushing you with his weigh

Your purse, bag, book bag, pockets (if you have em) sometimes even your jacket hood will have one of his snacks stored away in it and you won’t even know, there you are talking to him and he casually pulls your purse from you opens it up and there’s a magically a protein bar he starts eating, he walking with you as you complain about your bag being heavy and he gives you a weird look and leans back to look ah your bag, “Oh, that’s where I left it” and he’ll pull out a blender bottle full of whatever drink he chose that morning, not his favorite as when you run up to hug him during the winter, he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder, look down and use his free hand to drop something into the hood of your jacket and once again at the most unexpected time he’ll reach behind you, pull it out and offer you some as if he didn’t just shake you around by your hood just to get a snack out of you

Games: if he doesn’t see you immediately and it’s not play time yet, you can see him just yawning and looking around bored, but internally he’s looking for your face and mumbling “Where’s that woman at?” It’s a related process, as he stands and walks around, just looking, the same sentence reworded, “Woman, where are you?” Where’s my woman? “I can’t see her, where the hells she a- oh there she is”

People think he’s a flirt, and likes the attention, the truth is, he doesn’t care much for female or male attention, he’s doing it all for the chance to make it big and make big money, so when women are crying out for him, he just seems uninterested and says “let me introduce you too” and drags whoever is closest to him to deal with whoever was trying to touch him

When he’s making impressive plays, in the moment he doesn’t dare look at you, he says if he wants to see you smile it’s not going to be a sympathy smile because he fucked up, it better be a smile because you saw the complicated shit he just pulled

When he lands a touch down, he doesn’t gloat or look at cameras, he looks directly at you with a hard stare (it’s not intentional, he’s just in the zone) and he point at you, that’s it, no heart or air kiss, no you just need to know, that’s his way of saying ‘That’s for you short stack’

Winning games, go one of two ways, he loves to just go home and groan and lay on the bed or sofa and doesn’t even shower just stretches out all his sore muscles and just relaxes with you i til he decides you can get up and shower and order in whatever food, or he showers and changed in the locker room and takes you out to eat, he actually hates bars, he hates fast cheap drinks, even at expensive bars he feels like his drinking experience should end in 5 minutes, so he takes you out to dinner in a nice place, sit down and just celebrate his win slowly unwinding the day

Losing game, if he’s angry, it’s best to just sit in silence with him and let him think over it and process it. What went wrong, what did he do wrong. Where does he need to improve, sometimes he just needs to rant it out and figure it out himself so he can understand. If it’s a sad loss, there are just some times where you’ll go home in silence, he’ll walk straight to shower, you’ll have to fix his bed and get him clean clothes, turn on the ac and leave something running on the tv, he’ll come out the shower, quiet, staring down laps in whatever thought clouds his mind, lay down and let him play between your legs with his head on your chest, hold him and let him rest, run your hand through his hair gently and run your hand over his back, let him have his moments of peace and just be with him <3

I know nothing about American football but picturing college bf!sukuna all sweaty in an American football uniform makes me feel things

bonus if he gives you his college jersey to wear at his games for good luck, he likes to show off on purpose for you

[south-sea]

i just wanted to draw his wings

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

The fans: Ugh Sonic was just so preachy. I mean obviously he's supposed to be the good guy, so any uncomfortableness I feel here and any way I feel like Sonic's choices are framed as being why some other people have shitty lives is just bad writing because he is obviously supposed to be right always, but this characterization makes no sense. Isn't he right for the things he did?

Ian Flynn, using Kitsunami to say the (barely even at this point) quiet part even louder: Hey it's almost like ever since the Mr. Tinker event we've been purposely running with the critique of Sonic as being more selfish than he appears. Sonic is upholding a system of Eggman v Sonic that currently benefits him and shuts down talk of how to improve the current system because he likes his own personal enjoyment and he's attached enough to Eggman that he'd rather Eggman pretend to be a good person than be stuck in prison for life. He doesn't even quite practice what he preaches. We are trying to show that the current hero v villain system and Sonic's recklessness currently affects some people poorly and that Sonic isn't a perfect hero.

[youremyonlyhope]

Who gave Sondheim the right to write a song as bittersweetly perfect as Sorry-Grateful?

[fumifooms]

Marcille and Chilchuck are that fucking bicorn chapter sandwich where it has sweet syrup mixed into it and Chilchuck starts out like "ewww -mocks it-" but then at the end of the chapter he tries it and he’s surprised that he likes the taste. He just had to try!! He’s been so closed off and passing up on so many friendships because of it out of fear!!! But then he triessss and he opens up and it’s gooood sobbingggg optimism and pessimism are like a surprisingly good sweet and sour sandwich marchil is like a surprisingly complementary sweet and sour sandwich I’m fine…………….

I think the timeline not being mentioned through the story makes it easy to miss that he and his wife haven’t spoken in 4 years since she left and see that’s one itsy bitsy detail Marcille didn’t get while she theorized, it went that far. Imagine your wife leaving you and you start out not reaching out to her because you have a petty cold shoulder resentment, but then you start being actually worried and by then you’re scared to reach out, but she’s still dear to you, and just like that waiting and waiting and waiting four years pass. Without a single word. Get him the clown shoes The universe gave him an idealist persistent coworker obsessed with his life for the express purpose of getting him to consider reaching out to her and open up his heart to hope again it’s great

Quoting a buddy, sometimes it feels like there’s no point in trying to do things because the results may be unfavorable, but you miss out on a lot if you keep to yourself so much. There’s a real social anxiety mindset there too… Shit’s hard and life’s tough and it sucks sometimes but you gotta keep trying, there’s also good you just have to keep an open eye and an open mind. This is why I say sometimes that marchil is the meaning to life to me likeeeee. Ok but it kinda is though…… to me…………..

For as many people think Chilchuck’s demeanor with his family might have been lacking, someone will not let you forget that Chilchuck is a VIRTUOUS HUSBAND!! < Marcille says with the power of bicorn and Daltian Clan on her side. Defend his virtue like he’s a blorbo from your shows marcille go And he is so sure he is an opaque wall he sees her as silly and clumsy, but he’s transparent lmao. She really is so curious about him. And bicorn’s sorta like at her top game on that front— She doesn’t know Chil’s wife so she gets ahead of herself on some things but Chilchuck wise? She gets his pov down so well that it leaves him shaking in fear of her accuracy gdbdg. Ohh the fear of being known, "if we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" is marchil but we been knew that.

Right from the beginning we see Marcille’s more observant with him than she seems, for example telling Senshi that Chil’s "the most mature of the party", but she does idealize him as a young little angel, similarly to Falin even when she knows logically they’re not kids, but still acts like it and oversteps boundaries, and then of course shit happens and the changelings puts the nail in that coffin- but before she can get to the bicorn convo at the top of her Chilchuck accuracy, she also first has to believe that Chilchuck committed adultery. His fall from grace from little angel to dirty old man status. She has to acknowledge he’s very much capable of fucking shit up and not soften it at all, he’s an adult and has to take responsibility for his mistakes, and give him the cold shoulder so Chil sees his life flashing in front of his eyes and goes fuck not again. "Maybe telling people I care about that I did awful things to get them off my back is a terrible strategy actually", and then when she finds out he hasn’t they’re back to being besties, but now Marcille fully sees him as an adult who’s capable of having faults. She can’t idealize him or strip him of depth anymore, him having these two hard to reconcile halves to him is key in teaching her not to judge and categorize people so much anymore.

But then… And this is the key, she saw him as a little guy to always forgive and excuse who can do no true wrong, to glaring at him and being unfriendly when it’s revealed he did something she can’t forgive easily— but when it’s cleared up, she doesn’t lean hard either way anymore, she doesn’t go right back to black and white putting him in a box, there’s balance now. When she gives her wife roleplay speech, she can recognize the faults in him that would have made her feel sad and unloved while still assuring him she’d love him and would want him back, she describes a blatantly unglamorous daily life and presents it as the greatest thing since sliced bread. She goes from idealizing impossible standards like novel princes to romanticizing a mediocre flawed everyday man 😌

And to be clear, romanticizing, not romancing. Focusing on the beauty of it and turning it into a nice aesthetic little thing like how she would a novel archetype, like how Ghibli movies romanticize slow daily life and chores. She doesn’t present it as something it’s not, she just sees the silver lining in all of it, frames it as pleasant and desirable. And isn’t that lowkey so much better like doesn’t that make life so beautiful without dangerously veiling your eyes to reality though…. Sighh marchil is the meaning of life

Giggling kicking my feet 💕 Marcille sees a rain cloud locked door locked heart locked book man and takes it as a challenge, says not on my watch I’ll befriend him, ends up reading him like an open book.

NOBODY DOES IT LIKE THEM!! THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER MARCHIL AGAIN!!! Sobbing into my hands. What if our relationship and our arc examplified the theme of fantasy vs reality in relationships in Dunmeshi what then

You will fuck up and that’s ok… Shit will get tough but it’s worth it… There are still people to love and who will love you even if every relationship ends with loss, wether rejection or death. THE! MEANING! OF! LIFE!

Bad things and good things can coexist and balance each other out the way Chilchuck and Marcille do I need to walk into the ocean. Okay okay okay okay

Dunmeshi prones the importance of balance for both a healthy body and a healthy mind, and optimism vs pessimism is one such case <3

If you were too glass half-full and I was too glass half-empty, maybe together we could make a full glass

[kanene-yaaay]

Thinking about,,,, them,,,,,

Kel and Sunny,,,,

[arminsumi]

Betting your girl's mouth on a basketball game was crazy — and Suguru was all for it.

After taking a loss that may or may not have been deliberate, jock!Suguru wears a dirty grin on his face while watching you suck his best friends virgin cock like a good girl, loving the nasty wet noises you make while slurping up and down nerd!Satoru's pulsing shaft, slowly stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees, making cock disappear in your mouth like magic.

And Satoru — the poor boy — is losing his mind because he's never felt a woman's lips around his dummy big cock before. He used to tell you that sex is beneath him — now he's throwing his head back, gritting his pearly whites, curling his toes and biting his bottom lip 'till it's all red, totally surrendering to your little mouth — it's just so funny to you, 'cause he's been the know-it-all bastard telling you "... you're just Suguru's slut. If you paid as much attention in class as you did to my best friend's dick, maybe you'd amount to something. Do you even remember what we learned yesterday? Exactly. But I do — that's why I'm the top student and you're just — "

Bla bla bla... Satoru's now showing you how much precum his dummy big cock leaks — it's a sticky mess oozing out of his tip all over your quivering tongue. You looked up at him and winked, and he seethed inside because god he's hated you for so long but now your lips are wrapped around his cock and your mouth is taking him to heaven.

He's whining, biting into his fist, knees all wobbly. the texture of your tongue drives him nuts — then it clicks. oh, this is why my best friend is obsessed with his girlfriend. This is why he can't shut up and stop oversharing his sex life with me.

'Cause heaven really does exist on her tongue.

"fuck, slow down..." Satoru tries to ease his cock out your mouth, feeling his orgasm threatening to erupt at any moment.

But Suguru pushes you back down on his cock, filling your cheeks again, "nah, keep going baby, he's gonna cum — aren't you Satoru? You're gonna cum in my girl's mouth, huh? Come on, big boy, I know how long you've wanted this. Fill this little slut's mouth with your cum."

Those taunting words push him over the edge. His heavy balls tighten up as he feels you suckling his swollen head, and then white ropes come bursting out.

"Ahh—gh! Fuck... nn!"

Satoru's legs give out and he moans like you've never heard a man moan before, releasing all the cum he's worked up for you like he's been waiting years to do this. Actually, he has been waiting years — waiting patiently to find an opportunity to make your jaw ache and eyes well up with tears.

"Baby, you gonna swallow my best friend's cum f'me?" Suguru encourages, stroking his cock lazily against your cheek now.

He watches you compliantly swallow Satoru's seed, and Satoru twitches at the sight.

Huffing, Satoru comes down from his high and brushes his white wispy bangs out of his eyes. He's glaring down at your mouth.

"... still fucking hate you... " Satoru mutters to you in a voice still shaky with the after-effects of his orgasm.

"I still hate you, too." you smile back at him.

His heart flutters and bottom lip twitches. He can't stop staring at your lips, your eyes, your hips, your thighs.

"Ah, Satoru, quit your act — you're the one who proposed this idea in the first place."

You went red in the face. It was Satoru's idea? The mister goody-two-shoes, know-it-all, all A+++ report cards, 'sex is beneath me' Satoru?

"Huh? I thought this was your idea..." but before you can express your surprise you're already feeling Suguru nudge his cockhead against your lips.

"Sh sh, now it's my turn, baby. Open wide."

[inkskinned]

they will need to whipstitch the wound closed, but embroidery is a "woman's" task. they will need to eat and clean and mend clothes, but why learn basic things when you can have a woman measure out your life in beads. he will be the "head" of your house, but if you want him to act accordingly, you must assign him a list of all applicable activities. you will be otherwise constantly in charge of almost-everything; so he will lead the house he is absent from.

in movies and books, the "cool" girl will be more-like-a-man. she will be "less boring," more "fun". she will have masculine ideas and masculine talents, which means a man doesn't have to change in order to find her fascinating. she will disdain of something as simple as stitching. how boring!

she will kick open the door of a car and quip what, girls can't drive? and flip her long hair down one side. she will grill and shoot a gun and skydive. be a guy. she will be sexualized.

somewhere, working on computers becomes a masculine task, and now on tv a gen-z disney character throws her hands up in the air. i can't be a computer science nerd, i'm a girl! in the real life, she will be unable to sit through some of her classes, shivering when she realizes she is the only woman present in several of them.

how many times have you read this book and seen this show and watched this movie. the singular woman is allowed 5 lines because she's not just smart! she's also pretty! she is surrounded by 20 average men, but she is stunning. she is the exception to the bland, pale lives of women-at-home, who will never be shown. she likes dirt and motorbikes and blood and shows up in a tiny dress during the final scene, rolling her eyes at our male lead's incredulity - just because i like motorcross doesn't mean anything. i'm still a woman, okay? i actually like shopping.

it is almost never reversed, and you think about that often. it is vanishingly rare to have a single man in a cast of women. the male love interest does not show up at a feminist march and sardonically squint at our leading lady - what? you thought only women care about human rights? he does not know how to balance a checkbook or kickbox because i grew up with three sisters.

when he cooks he is a chef, which is sexy. when he cleans, he's being kind, genteel. when he nurtures his family, confetti rains from the ceiling. when she does these things: it is her duty and her identity. what do you mean she has other passions and hobbies? isn't her hobby and passion homemaking?

the other day a friend embroidered a seam closed on your jacket into the shape of ivy. every time you touch it, you think of her.

something about women's hobbies and art and skills. something about women's work.