#and the eyes BAHAHAHAHAH

[katsukse]

HOW is no one talking about the « WHaT dO tHeY WAnt? » of Mulder in Kill switch… it’s one of the funniest line

[lemongogo]

hearing 98!vash in stamp!vash eng dub is crazy

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

━━━━╝‘ I bet you think about me ’╚━━━━━

A Denji x Fem!Innocent!Reader | A little fluff + SMUT

Contents ; Innocent reader, pervert Denji (nothing changed), peer pressure, corruption, tons of suggestive innuendos, groping, heavy mention of titties, titty-sucking, PDA, guided handjob, thighjob, pornography, non-stop fucking, and obsessive behavior.

A/N ; MYYYYYY FAVORITE! This dude has been deep in my heart ever since I was introduced into CSM. And now, I place the dude above everyone on my preferred list of characters. Especially cause I relate to the man so much. He’s too careless for his own good at times, BAHAHAHAHAH. Okay, enough of me rambling, appreciate my boy and my fine story by reposting and commenting. Whatever you’re feeling for, little readers.

Dynamic ; Kind of FWB?? to Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Dom!Denji | Sub!Fem!Reader

P.O.V ; First & Third

Age range ; 18+

Music suggestion ;

[ Denji’s P.O.V ; ]

Today was supposed to be ordinary. Power talked her ass off most of the morning, I would chime in once in a while to joke, and Aki spouted shit at me for everything and anything I did. That’s how it went on in the apartment we lived in. In the middle of the day, we would head for the headquarters. Go back to the stressful life of a Devil Hunter.

But for me, that was nothing. I was more than happy to return to work. A lot of my co-workers complained on and on, sure you get your hands a little bloody, although most of us didn’t care about the slaughtering. It’s not like they were human. Not including the people that got in my way, that was not my fault!

All I knew is that if it meant I got to be entertained by a girl like Makima and fulfill the desires I’ve been dreaming about, that’s cool with me. And the power from Pochita was a huge plus.

Yeah, it was supposed to be another one of those days. Makima would’ve given me a case to solve had it been. But, instead, I was staring at her from across the room, talking to another girl who I didn’t recognize. Hell, was she beautiful though.

Her silky {H/C} hair looked recently done, styled into a braided half ponytail with bangs in the front. Long lashes framing her {E/C}, sweet eyes; the smile she had was enough for me to tell that she would spoil a man to his heart’s content. When my eyes drifted down her body, especially to her ass, I almost didn’t want to believe it. But, I was so sure of it. She passed Makima’s thickness by at least ten percent.

I bit my tongue and swallowed the build-up of spit before making my way to where they stood, pushing my hands in my pockets so nothing showed if I popped one. Often occurrence, do not recommend.

Keeping my eyes ahead, I tried to remain as respectful as I could be while addressing my boss, “Hey, Makima. And…” As soon as I looked over at the pretty girl, I paused so she could say her name, but at the same time, I was freaking out about how much better her appearance was up close.

My brain couldn’t keep up. She had clean, soft skin with a gradient to her cheeks and lips that made me want to go for kissing them, no hesitation. When she glanced back at me, I couldn’t pry my eyes away from hers, watching her reply to me in admiration, “Oh, my name is {Y/N}. I’ve transferred here from Special Division 7… Nice to meet you! You must be the Chainsaw boy she has been telling me about!” God, even her name fit her perfectly.

Wait. Special Division 7? A stopping record player noise sounded off in my head and I turned to Makima for an explanation. The auburn-haired woman was smirking at me like she found my reaction amusing, as always. She leaned forward from her sitting position, resting her chin on her palm, and introduced {Y/N}’s background, “Say hello to the famed Youth Devil, Denji. She’s a beautiful one, isn’t she?”

The Youth Devil? Oh, I’ve heard about her before. Aki talked about coming across someone from a division that had become the Devil that aged people, yet she apparently had no knowledge of anything outside of ‘safe-for-work territory’. Or whatever the fuck he wanted to label it as. Really, that just meant she has no idea how valuable those titties are and that gives me a high chance of getting a squeeze. Or… more.

My gaze had unconsciously drifted to her chest at the thought of that, the button of her white top barely holding because of its size as I forgot to answer Makima. So, being the Youth Devil included being incredibly busty too? Good to know.

It wasn’t until I heard the clear of her throat that I had snapped back into the present and responded without thinking, “Yeah, she is.” Turning red once I realized what I had been doing right in front of the two women, a bit of worry brimming the back of my mind.

{Y/N}’s face lit up at the compliment rather than furrowed and she was quick to thank me, “Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you, Denji!” And for a minute, I was stuck wide-eyed, half-expecting a slap across the cheek because I was obviously checking her out. Well, I’ll be fucking damned. I guess what Aki was saying about her was true after all.

Before I could get out a ‘You’re welcome’, Makima interrupted by getting off of the desk she was using as a seat, nonchalantly dismissing herself, “I have some things to attend to, so I’m sorry to say, but I’m taking my leave. I hope you find yourself comfortable with Denji, {Y/N}!”

About to pass me up, her intimidating yellow eyes locked onto mine and she leaned to whisper into my ear, “If you want to play with her so badly, why don’t you make her your new toy? You’re strong, right?” Then she walked off as if she didn’t suggest what she just did. My eyebrows and goosebumps raising at the comment. She was encouraging me to do it?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my breathing slowly got worse as I was left with horrible thoughts and a growing erection. {Y/N} not making it any better because she lingered. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine in hanging out with her. More than fine. But, not with all of this also in mind now.

“What’d she say?” She asked, fluttering those long eyelashes at me, and I didn’t know why but when I looked into her {E/C} eyes again— it was like millions of memories were yanked out of my brain and put in them like a projector. Causing me to take a step back and rub away whatever was happening in startled confusion. What the fuck was that?

I blinked away the rest I could, however, I remembered everything so that didn’t help; coming to a conclusion from the look she gave. My head wasn’t the one messing with me, it was her. Or whatever the hell that fucking power is. And I was not cool with that.

Avoiding eye contact by glaring at the floor, I grumbled, “Was that you?” I wasn’t going to hang around for any longer if she wanted to manipulate my mind, especially if it was concerning something like my past. I didn’t want to be reminded. I came here to escape.

A gasp left her like she was frightened before I saw her in my peripheral vision; raising a hand and putting it on her forehead. She took a moment to answer me in a tired voice, “I was just trying to find out more about you… I got too curious, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing her say that was reassuring and gave me the go to stare at her again, my tone dropping back to that same inviting one from earlier, “Oh, shit.. Well, yeah. I don’t have that great of a life so I wouldn’t pry too far.” I tried to shrug it off, rushing to a solution so it didn’t get awkward, “You want to go get some ice cream or something, gorgeous?” It was a last minute suggestion, but that could work.

The {H/C}-haired girl seemed to be near crying before she nodded slowly, a smile rising on her face as she unexpectedly got close to me and intertwined her fingers in mine. Pulling me off along with her while chiming, “Who doesn’t?! I’d love to!” Easier than I thought. But, I’m not complaining.

──⇌• Switch in P.O.V ; Third •⇋──

On the way to the ice-cream shop, Denji stumbled on a couple of rouge devils with {Y/N} in an alleyway and as fate has it with them, they ended up having to chase them down into a field. Faced with the ugly things combining into a whole bundle of disgusting flesh and faces.

She had solved what they were dealing with as soon as they began merging while he did not. Denji didn’t care for details, he wanted to go straight into shredding. He gripped onto his pull cord and tugged, the chainsaws ripping through his skull and arms. Making the curious girl stay behind and observe how he handled the monstrous creature.

With a rush of adrenaline, the now transformed Chainsaw Devil tore into its body, piece by piece. Blood and guts splattered everywhere onto the ground from the relentlessness he had. Getting onto {Y/N} because of how much had sprayed.

He finished when he wanted to. Raging on the thing until it was nothing but a pile of mush left to pitifully sit in the middle of the empty space it sought out for safety.

Then he retracted his chainsaws back into himself, his skin latching and coming together when he did. Molding back into his handsome, worn face. Like nothing happened. Leaving {Y/N} to blankly gaze at him, soaked in red, and drift down to witness the true wrath of Denji.

No doubt was she intimidated by the boy, seeing for herself what Makima had been commending about him. He was the real deal. A true Devil Hunter.

Wiping off the blood from around her mouth, she began to smile and clap with a giddy cheer, “That was impressive! You’re really good to be able to take out a Devil that easily. How long have you been in the game?”

He raised a brow at how she was phrasing their work, confused that she was asking but deciding to respond anyway, “I guess as soon as I could survive on my own, I’ve been hunting. It’s all I’ve known.” Saying it so casually out loud was weird for him. No one usually asks about this type of stuff. Other than when Makima does. But, here was another girl doing it.

{Y/N}’s face twisted into a look of wonder, twinges of sadness in it as she thought about a young boy having to deal with that kind of stress. It made him charming somehow. She felt the need to praise him for it, “The dedication you have to helping people is inspiring.. I hope to achieve the same goal as you, Denji.” A small appreciative smile was sent his way right after she finished.

Although, his attention was completely misplaced. Guess where; her breasts. He was zoned, an idea coming to him when hearing her instead. “My goal? You could help me achieve that, {Y/N},” the blonde beamed. His brown eyes finally getting off of her chest to address her politely.

She moved forward, innocently egging him on, “Oh, really? How?” The way she peered back at him while waiting, that sweet look never leaving her face once, it gave Denji the confidence he needed to elaborate, “Ever since I’ve been thrown into devil-hunting, I only wanted one thing out of it.”

Walking closer, he leaned to where he almost touched foreheads with her, murmuring the last sentence, “A pretty girl who’d let me fondle her body, whenever, wherever…” He felt guilty after saying it, but the eagerness was too much. There was no way he would pass this chance up.

Thinking to herself, she concluded what he was hinting to and thumbed the bottom of her shirt; lifting it over her head and throwing it to the side like it was something natural. He held his breath at the sudden action, the full view in front of him because she wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘This was quick..! Why is she undressing?!’ Panicked thoughts went rampant as he tried to process what to do, glued to admiring her front half while also confused about what her reasoning for this was.

The {E/C}-eyed girl told him it with the purest intention possible, “You seemed to be interested in my chest so I guessed that this is the part of me you wanted to touch? And I was uncomfortable by the bloody mess. But, sorry if I got it wrong! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Even though she had no clue on what she was truly doing, she still managed to get it dead on. Making Denji chuckle out of excitement.

His sharp teeth poked out in a snarky grin at {Y/N}, his hand reaching over to palm one of her breasts and squeeze. Most of it filling the cracks of his fingers and fitting perfectly, if not a little bigger. That grin of his widened like he was off of his rocker as he got greedy; grabbing both of them to push them together. They were so soft. So fuckable. He wanted to stick his dick in them so badly.

A whimper slipped past her lips and Denji went from eyeing her breasts to looking at her brushing her hair out of the way for him. Butterflies erupting in his stomach at how considerate she was despite him taking advantage of her obliviousness. All he could do was commend and thank her with a red blush across his cheeks, “Thank you… so much. Fuck, I can’t even believe that you’re real right now. Your boobs are so fucking huge..!”

She would’ve laughed at the comment if his touches weren’t affecting her like this, his fingertips brushing past her nipples to mess with them, the perverted bite to his lip drawing a bit of blood to dribble down his chin. The girl arched into the feeling and moaned softly, struggling to speak, “Hah.. Thanks.! W-Wow! Why does that mm-feel good?”

They were out in the open, but Denji wanted to go for the risk. He didn’t care if anyone came across the two of them fucking like animals, he just wanted to do it. And nothing was going to stop him the moment he could tell that she wanted to do it with him too.

He pushed on what she said, using it as bait, “You want me to make you feel better? I can teach you a couple more things… Something that’d make us feel incredible.” And as she was about to reply, he leveled with one of her breasts and gave a lick to the bud; a squeal leaving her instead.

Repeating himself, he mumbled against her nipple, her breath hitching at his sharp teeth grazing it slightly as he talked, “Keep getting yourself undressed, pretty baby… I want to have some fun with you.” He sounded desperate, {Y/N} falling for it and hooking her fingers on her skirt zipper, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground.

Denji grunted and wrapped his entire mouth around the bud after that, sucking at it while unbuttoning his pants. Digging in his boxers to tug out his throbbing dick so it was no longer suffocated. He made a fist around his shaft and began jerking off, pre-cum forming around his tip the more he tightened on the veiniest part.

She peeked over the side of him to get a look at what he was doing, holding her legs together when she was beginning to feel something wet between them, entranced at his lower half. It looked satisfying to do and he had mentioned playing so it seemed normal to go for. But, she was in for a surprise because as she attempted to replace his hand, he jolted back and huffed, “Woah, woah… I don’t think you want to get that serious. Who knows what I might do to you if you do…”

Honestly, {Y/N} really loved the sound of everything he was talking about and she didn’t want this to end. She wanted it to go further. Her curiosity wasn’t something to tease, she will figure it out, one way or another. So, she swiftly rushed back in front of him and pressed up against him, resting her chin on his collarbone while she barely rested her fingers on the tip. Begging at him for compliance, “Please, sir… I do want to find out…”

He sucked in some air through his teeth and tensed, almost driven crazy from the pleasure of her contact with him there. It was a noticeable difference between her hand and his dick but he could definitely make it work. And after her asking like that, she was in for a treat.

The brown-eyed boy grabbed her wrist to position her fingers at a better angle before he guided it down his shaft, watching her unable to wrap her whole palm around from how thick he was. He groaned, his own sexual frustrations leaving from his mouth as she got to savor them now.

Eventually, {Y/N} caught onto him pushing her to go faster and sped up her movements as best as she could. Joining her other hand to clasp around his cock to stroke everything rather than a portion. Until he ended up impatient and lifted her up with his arms underneath hers, holding around her ass to move himself in the middle of her legs. Slowly sliding in the correct position; his dick melting in between her pussy and thighs.

Denji lowered her onto him now, grinding their pleasure out while they locked eyes with each other in a half-lidded daze. She moaned vicariously, stuttering some words here and then to emphasize what she was experiencing, “It’s making me feel so… weak! Nnghh-ah ah! Chainsaw.. boy.. wait! I feel so weird..!” His hips began to collide with hers as he increased in speed, closing his eyes to pretend he was fucking into her. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself out in public though. He had to be reminded about the consequences they could face if they were caught.

She was ignored and sputtered nonsense once she got close, “God! I think… I have to go! I have to go! Stop! I don’t- mmppph.. wanna..! DENJI!” The blonde figured it was because she hadn’t cummed before and knowing that he was the one that was gifting her— her first orgasm— made him spiral in a violent fit of thrusting hard into the folds of her pussy, right against her puffy clit.

Whines yelped out of her as her juices poured all over his length, creating sharper wet sounds and more friction for him. His tip swollen by the time he was close to falling off of the edge of cloud nine with her. Once Denji could feel the rush of his cum trying to spill, he gave a final ram and angled it around her hole to allow it into {Y/N} a little. She trembled in his hold, watching him leave her legs, bruised and messy. Satisfaction written all on his face at what he got away with.

They didn’t even clean up the cum when they went back for the office, deciding to do it a couple of hours later despite both of them feeling the slick in their underwear. Instead, they kept glancing at each other, exchanging a knowing stare until someone interrupted it to talk to either one of them. That sexual tension never stopped fucking with Denji. And {Y/N} was simple-minded as always, in her own little world.

But, she didn’t bat an eye when the boy randomly slipped hands into her shirt one day to get a feel or let her know he was horny by pressing his boner against her ass. He would whisper dirty words to her throughout it, coaxing her into doing things, just for him, “I want to go back to messing with you, babydoll… Can we go inside one of those bathrooms? Need to relieve this.”

{Y/N} would go into the bathroom and he would strip her down like she was a doll, his pants to his knees, her chest resting on the sink and displaying her in front of the mirror. He took her virginity in them. Forcing his cock to slam into her walls, reaching for her guts, all to get lost in her warm pussy. Denji growled loudly, echoing in the tiny room they were locked in while he demanded, “Spread yourself for me. I want to see my dick plunging inside that cute body of yours..!”

Only able to comply, she used both of her hands to pull her ass apart, exposed completely for him to see as he got worse in his constant pounding. Making the poor {Y/N} drool while she twitched in ecstasy, her orgasm running through her for the second time when he wouldn’t quit.

His honey brown eyes seemed so sweet at first, but now they were glaring deep at her expressions, resting into a melted one the second he neared his end. Denji released every drop inside without hesitation, her moans rocking out of her because of him slowing down as he humped it into her.

Then he started over in the same rough pace from before and she endured it as much as she could, her eyebrows knitting up into an exasperated, sweaty look. He was like a dog mating when it came to sex; stamina, aggressive, and having a bunch of cum to dump. {Y/N} was holding onto the sides of the glass counter once he had cummed for a second time, burrowing his cock deep like it was a ritual by now.

And he repeated. Leaving the girl to barely understand what was happening to her from the overstimulation. Denji wasn’t stopping. Even as she screamed for him to, “Fuck! Please! Please, master, I can’t handle anymore!” The pet name he directed her to say a regular word for her at this point.

After his seed was spilling out of her on its own and creating a puddle on the floor, after Denji was dry-cumming and making her unravel onto him like she was throwing a fit off of drugs; that’s when he finally gave up and got off of her. Slipping his dick out and shuddering a couple of words laced with dopamine, “Not so bad for our first hook-up… I don’t know if I want to wait for the others.” Was he hinting at going for more rounds? ‘Dear god..’ was the last thing she could think before she dropped unconscious.

Lil Special Extra // Denji’s P.O.V

Weeks had passed by after me and {Y/N} became a ‘thing’. Hooking up led to a lot more and now she was basically at my apartment almost every day. Sure, Aki and Power were annoyed at her presence, not wanting to hear or see any of the exchanges we gave. But, a man’s gotta live and how can he not without slapping his girlfriend’s ass?

However, there was one downside to her staying over and that was her availability in walking in on me doing lots of inappropriate activities. Whether that was jerking off to her or to… porn.

She bursted into my room late at night after having woken up from a nap in the living room and I was right in the middle of rubbing one out to my favorite fantasy porno. Jumping out of my skin when I heard her shout, “Darling, you miss-! Oh…” The small ‘oh’ quieter than the rest.

My hand and dick glistened with the lube I had saved for times like this, a blush covering my face as I snapped the laptop shut. The sounds of sex disappearing with it.

Anxiety raged through me at how she was going to react, completely forgetting that she barely had a grip on anything sexual until she squeaked out, “What was that? Can I… see?” As soon as I heard that, I quickly dropped the embarrassment and those dirty thoughts snapped back into my usual perverted personality.

Shit, I almost didn’t remember who I was and who she was. Beckoning for her to come sit down on my lap once she closed the door.

{Y/N} straddled me and observed as I opened the screen back up to the lewd scene of a woman being bred just like she had been. Her eyes going wide and a blush crossing her cheeks at the similarity. That innocence of hers was going to be ruined real quick around me. And I loved ruining it. Sliding my fingers down in between her legs like usual so I could welcome her to another sexual addiction I’d use for my benefit.

[somemismatchedsocks]

Werehog Sonic is sulking in the corner, feeling betrayed.

Shadow had to put the Cone of Shame on him because he got fleas

His whimpers and heart-shattering depressed puppy face would make you think that something really tragic happened, but no, he's just getting treated for fleas.

Shadow can't look Sonic in the eye because he knows that if he does, he's gonna do it. He's gonna remove the cone. He can't resist that face, ever. And Sonic knows it.

BAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS SO HILARIOUS CBJWHCDBWJHDWBCBWJHD

[slvtforfiction]

Jake Webber anything. Seriously anything you write about Jake I will read and love. Smut or fluff.

“I’ve never felt more loved <3”

☆ BAHAHAHAHAH

☆ Yes ofcourse lovely 😭

☆ Jake Webber X Reader

☆ Fluff (suggestive?)

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Me and Jake had been out shopping all day,after I had gotten paid,we went to go get some Christmas presents for friends and family.

Our friends mainly being Johnnie and Tara considering we only really talked with them. Although we did buy some presents for Sam and Colby.

I also got gifts for my other friends that Jake knew about from me talking about them 24/7 and him listening.

I like him listening to me,something he always did and it’s what made me happy,it's the small things <3

I also brought a few things for Jake while he wasn't looking although I had already got him a lot of presents when I saw something that reminded me of him I had to buy it.

We also got gifts for both of our families,who we are seeing on Christmas which makes me excited.

On the way home, we were in Jake’s car as we listened to music playing through the aux device connected to my phone.

I felt something creeping onto my thigh as I looked down I noticed Jake’s hand laced through the fishnets under my skirt,holding onto my thigh.

In response I smiled at him as I admired him.I like small gestures like this,like as if it made a difference but it always made me happy feeling his touch.

"I love you" I whispered to him as I watched his face memorising every feature, every single part of his face was perfect,how?

"I love you too baby" He replied taking his eyes off the road for a moment to smile down at me.

As we reached his house I set down the bags in our room along with the wrapping paper that I love.

I found a very cute, Christmasy,cozy design with a deep red background and golden snowflakes amongst it.

Jake had joined me in our room and everything we had brought was in the corner.

So with everything being,pretty much dealt with he hopped into bed with his arm holding my side.

I leaned into his touch feeling cozy ready to drift off to sleep before I felt Jake kissing down my face before holding himself up above me to get access to my neck.

Although I was tired I allowed it as the hickeys on my neck would be cherished for the next few days before inevitably fading.

But as it progressed he began to tug on my panties asking for consent.

"Uh-I'm really sorry if I've lead you on or anything baby but I'm really tired right now and I just want to cuddle really I don't want to- you know,I'm really really sorry though I swe-" before I continue rambling he cut me off with a kiss to my forehead as he pulled me into a hug.

I was so confused.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked him

"No baby, if your not going to enjoy it and just don't want to have sex right now, it's not a requirement I promise,I'm glad you told me,don't be sorry love."

He replied as he played with my hair.

I smiled to myself as I lied on top of him putting my arms around his waist as he put his hands on the small of my back.

I've never felt more loved <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Playing with Fire

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

As the age-old saying goes, “if you play with fire, be prepared to get burned”! Will Idia and Ace be able to withstand the chef forged in the flames of hell’s kitchen?

asdhbasildsb PRETEND LIKE THIS ISN'T BEING PUT OUT AFTER THE EVENT 😭 (At least I'm all caught up on Master Chefs now...)

Imagine this…

"Alright, let's start cookin'!"

"HOLD IT!! Where do you think you’re going, Trappola?!”

"Gack!" Ace felt himself being yanked back by the collar, forcing the air out of him. The Ramshackle Prefect had him in a formidable grip—one rivaling that of Riddle's iron fist. "What's the big deal, stoppin' a guy from makin' a meal?"

A drawn-out sigh came from behind Gordon. “Fwehehe… Leave it to Ace-shi to solo-rush the boss battle… He's the type to button mash to skip past the tutorial and jump straight into things."

Annoyance surged up, and Ace spat out his heated words. "Oi, can it! Least I'm not shaking in my boots before getting anywhere NEAR the kitchen!"

“Not looking like that you aren’t.” Gordon flicked the first year’s chef’s hat, setting it askew. “Fix your hair! We don’t want any of it getting into the food.”

“Yeees, sir,” Ace groaned with an eye roll.

Gordon glanced at Idia, taking in the few hair clips he had scrounged up to clip his bangs back.

“You, Shroud!” Gordon snapped at him. “All your hair’s got to go up.”

“E-Eh…? All of it? B-But Ace-shi doesn’t have to! Th-This is gamer discrimination!!”

“Are your ears not working? Yes, I said ALL of it.” Gordon pointed to the blue flames that sprouted from the dorm leader’s scalp. “It has nothing to do with your hobbies, you’re a walking fire hazard!! What’s going to happen when a drop of oil hits you?”

“B-But my hair doesn’t even behave like regular fire does…” Idia mumbled, earning a glare from his instructor. “E-Eeep!! I-I got it, I’ll do it already!!”

“Oh, how the tables turn,” Ace sniggered as he secured the last of his bangs. The rest of his hair was too short to maneuver under his hat, spiking out on either side of his head.

“Alright, I’m gonna go ahead! Smell ya later, senpai!” He threw a wink and a wave at Idia before prancing into the kitchen.

The cheek and cheer made Idia cringe. What little motivation he had for this class wilted down to cinders.

He sniffed and mournfully did away with his hair, tucking every last bit of blue out of sight. When he at last dragged himself to the kitchen entryway, he hesitated on stepping through.

Haunting memories plagued his mind—the booming demands, the door being bashed down with fists and frying pans. Two monstrous men hovering above him as he cowered in a ball. The darkly easygoing expression on Floyd, Sebek in an imposing, militant stance, glaring down at him.

“Oi, Firefly Squid-senpai. This all the noodles you got? You’d better tell the truth or else Crocodile-chan and I will squeeze you senseless~”

Idia's fingers trembled terribly at the thought. Clamminess collected on his palms. The room seemed to spin

Gordon materialized by his frozen student's side.

“In you go then!” He gave a firm smack on Idia’s back, propelling him stumbling forward.

Ace, already at his station, looked up from inspecting bell peppers. A rainbow of red, orange, yellow, and green filled several baskets-but when he saw Idia, the peppers’ bright colors paled to Ace's massive grin.

“BAHAHAHAHAH!!” The first year keeled over, unable to contain his laughter. One arm cradled his stomach to keep himself from collapsing, the other pointing a knife at his upperclassman. “YOU TOTALLY LOOK BALD!!"

Idia flushed, shrinking into his chef's uniform. Were his hair visible, the flames would have, no doubt, been tinged pink with embarrassment.

"S-Sure, go for the low blow and pick on the guy whose character looks like crap in the event exclusive armor... This is why I wanted to send my tablet for this course instead of coming in person!!"

"Not bloody likely."

Idia stiffened at their instructor's voice, and the sharp clap that followed it. The sound echoed like static tracing along his scalp. His culinary nightmares had only just begun.

"If you've got the time to fuck around, you have time to cook. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, you two!"

Gordon Ramsay made sure to plant himself squarely between Ace and Idia's work benches. Knowing what chaos the kitchen grounds could breed, he didn't want to take any chances by leaving either or unsupervised. Not again, not after so many sessions with NRC's various problem children.

Chop, chop, chop...

"Groan..."

How many times have I taught this course by now? Gordon mused to himself, dragging a hand over his face. The horrors he had witnessed brought back the beginnings of a migraine, the slow simmer of rage.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop...

"Groooan..."

They aren't all bad kids, he thought. Some were just misunderstood, overeager, or lacking the technical abilities. Patience, Gordon, patience. They're children. They have plenty of room to grow.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop…

"GROOOOOOOOOOAN!!

He snapped.

“… Trappola, your task is to cut the bell peppers, not to complain as you do it!!" Gordon bellowed with a huff.

"But teeeach," Ace whined, "there's so many veggies!! Why do I have to be the one to chop them all, anyway? Just cuz it's easy doesn't mean I like doing this, y'know!! My hand hurts, it's totally cramping!"

"You have the talent to make them the same size and shape. That will help the peppers cook more evenly once we throw them on the heat." Gordon pointed to another basket full of peppers. "So suck it up!"

“Can’t you make Idia-senpai split this work?! He’s barely doing anything on his own anyway, and a cute little underclassman like me sure could use the extra helping hand!”

Gordon deadpanned.

“What?! I am cute,” Ace insisted, “and I wasn’t joking about wanting that helping hand.”

“And you’re not getting it.”

"Uggggh, fiiiiine.”

Ace unenthusiastically returned to his chopping board. As he brought his knife down, bisecting a crimson pepper, his expression lightened with a realization. “Hey, you know what? With so many peppers lying around, I could cram an extra helping of it into Deuce’s portion!!”

Gordon frowned. “… Is that seriously what’s motivating you?”

“Haha, yup 🎵”

What a fast turnaround. Perked right up.

“All I need now’s a dish that’s easy to hide peppers in! What should I go with? A soup? Stir fry? Oh, ooor I could do an omelet—the ultimate betrayal!” He snickered in a self-congratulatory manner. “Deuce won’t ever know what hit him!!”

The master chef heaved a sigh and glanced at Idia’s station, leaving Ace to his mise en place. “And how are you doing over there, Shroud?”

Idia jumped at the mention of his name. His fingers, sticky and (aptly) peppered with pepper seeds, were fumbling with measuring spoons.

"I-I'm fine..."

"Well, what's taking you so long? In the same time Trappola's knocked out a few crates, you've been standing around twiddlin' your thumbs."

"S-So what if my stat growth is a little slower than Ace-shi's?! Cut me some slack here, this process couldn't be more inefficient if it tried!!"

Idia furiously shook his head. "It'd all be done by now if I had a machine to throw together a meal... instead, I have to tediously measure spices by hand and deal with this stuffy place. These steps could all be automated."

Gordon snorted, unimpressed with the dour attitude. "If everything were automated, you'd be putting a lot of people out of their passions."

"Jobs," Idia corrected. "You mean their jobs."

"No, I mean their passions," Gordon shot back. "A fire burns because it has fuel, and passions exist because of the spirit behind them. That's something no A.I. could replicate."

"Hihihihi..." A smug, challenging smile emerged on Idia's blue lips. "Try telling that to Ortho. Bet he could perfectly recreate any recipe you throw at him in record time. Think you could honestly take him? Heh, bring it."

“You certainly changed your tone quickly—but if you can talk like that about your own creation, then I’d better see that same energy in your dish.” The closest pan was gripped and handed to a slack-jawed Idia.

“B-B-But…!!”

“Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.”

Gordon was already at the stove, cranking up the heat. A circle of flames erupted from the burner. In the glow of the fire, Gordon appeared not human, but like a demon chef from hell.

“I-I wasn’t built for this!!” Idia wailed in protest, only to have a spatula at him.

His instructor’s response was blunt and full of snark. “Perfect opportunity for you to ‘get good’, then. There’s no teacher like experience.”

Idia struggled to produce a counter argument—but his mind was moving fasting than his body. Gordon had seized the arm with the pan by the wrist and guided it to the stove, adding a splash of oil to it. The third year flinched as heat crept onto his skin.

“Peppers in, and cook until tender!!” Gordon ordered. "If you can’t take this much, you won't last long in my kitchen!"

Idia fearfully obeyed, tossing in a few of the peppers he had just washed. The water droplets crackled upon contact, and—

Crackle, sssszzzt, POP!!

“E-EEEEEEeeEEeEP!!” Idia launched back, dodging the flecks of hot oil that sprayed at him. Cook until tender? The apprentice chef would be tenderized sooner than the vegetables would!

“Hoo, boy. This is gonna be a looong class,” Ace muttered from his station. "Dude has no chill at all..."

“Haven’t I suffered enough?! J-Just put me out of my misery alreadyyyy!!”

“We’ve only just started, boys!!” Gordon barked. There was no mistaking the blazing passion in his composure and in his eyes. “Put your backs into it!! I’ll make men out of you yet!!”

[thelreads]

ANYA NO!

FIRST THAT THIS ACT IS RESERVED ONLY FOR THE IMMEDIATE FAMILY

SECOND THAT I THING YOR WOULD BREAK THE BRUSH BEFORE SHE COULD STRAIGHTEN HIS HAIR

NO ANYA THAT IS CURSED KNOWLEDGE, SMOOTH-HAIR FRANKY IS NOT SOMETHING MEANT TO BE SEEN BY MORTAL EYES, IT BELONGS TO A REALM WHICH HUMANS WERE NEVER MEANT TO KNOW

PFFFT- BAHAHAHAHAH

POOR TWILIGHT

"WHAT'S ALL THAT RUCKUS" FOLLOWED IMMEDIATELY BY "YOU KNOW, I'M NOT PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS" AND IMMEDIATELY GOING BACK TO BED

[stusbunker]

AAAAAA

Dude

You have no idea how much I can't wait for what's to come on Spotless.

TROUBLE LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME: DO. NOT.

FUCK. IT. UP.

(I know it's bound to happen, but I like to be delusional)

Also I'm a sucker for Dean denying/not admitting admitting the obvious "maybe I was thinking about her in the shower.....MAYBE... Who knows......"

Loved it.

Can't wait!

Thanks for sharing!

Lots of lovee

Bahahahahah. I seriously had to read this more than once because the first thing that caught my eye was do not fuck this up.

AND I TOOK IT TO MEAN ME!

A little pressure much? Lol. But after I went back to the beginning like one should when reading something confusing, it all clicked. :D

We are gonna have a bit of a roller coaster the next couple of chapters and I hope everyone holds on tight!

I love this ask so much.

Thank you.

[sharpth1ng]

Hhhhh the Michael Myers eye NOOOOO

YUP. BEEN FORESHADOWING THAT SINCE CHAPTER 11 BAHAHAHAHAH

[gamegem92]

(Squish Oneshot) Light-up Sleeper

“Okay… this should be done by tomorrow… OH MY GERM, how long have I had time to complete this?!”

Naturally, Pod was rather focused on schoolwork, and he always seemed to get it done on time. But take planning Three Best Friends day into mind, and it becomes a tiny problem to catch up with everything.

Pond Studies… Art Class… Science… Algebra… not to mention the various gadgets he constantly created… he hoped to make something that could get it all done faster… but then, at last, it was done.

“Finally…” He then decided to get some rest then and there, not even noticing the clock, which read 4:00 am. Daybreak came, and so did the need to go to school. His mother Daisy was working early today, so he had to prepare for school himself. The breakfast he got was half a cup of juice and a cupcake. I can get an iced coffee on the way, he thought. He got his coffee and ran straight to the bus. Right when he got on, he took a sip. The chilly caffeinated contentment danced on his senses, cooling him down and perking him up at the same time. By the time he made it to school, only one sip was left, and he certainly made it count as he approached the doors. Another amoeba approached him. It was Squish. “Pod! My man, my ‘moeba! Almost time for class! Peggy’s already in there, but it won’t start without the smartest student in class- and Small Pond!” Pod smiled at that. Oh no, is the caffeine wearing off already? He slightly slowed down a bit as soon as he got to his desk.

The teacher, Mr. Rotifer, was giving his lecture on mud, sand, and small pebbles like usual. Anyone would have fallen asleep after hearing him talk for a long time, but Pod usually payed attention, so you can guess how many students were shocked at the genius’s little nap.

“…Are you sure you don’t need a break from class, Pod?” He woke up with a start. “Huh? Wh-what? Umm, yes, I might need a break.” Outside of class, Squish and Peggy looked at their friend with slight concern, especially since Peggy is almost always seen with a smile.

“You okay, Pod?” “Yeah, you almost never fall asleep like everyone else during Mr Rotifer’s lectures! Did you get enough sleep?” Pod was at an internal stalemate. Should he tell the truth, or say what they would like him to say? “I- Of course I got enough sleep!”

Just then, something happened. He lit up like a glow stick. The sudden light got the sleepiness out of his eyes immediately, and he was shocked. “…Okay, maybe I went to bed a little late last night, but it couldn’t have been that late!” The glow faded with those words.

Squish and Peggy both stared at him a while. “…When DID you go to sleep?” Squish asked, playfully nudging at his friend’s membrane. “I, um, don’t remember.” He didn’t light up when he said that, so he must’ve told the truth.

“Wait, you GLOWED when you told us that you got sleep, then stopped glowing when you told the truth. Then that means…” Squish started to laugh at the thought. “The SMARTEST BOY in SMALL POND DIDN’T KNOW he ate one of his own GLOW CUPCAKES?! Bahahahahah! Heheheh, you’re, uh, not mad, are you?”

“No, just disappointed at MYSELF that I didn’t tell you that I needed rest.” He averted his eyes and tried to stay awake. “I guess planning Three Best Friends day on a week with the most class work ISN’T such a good idea.”

Just then, Peggy got an idea. “Don’t worry, Pod! We’ll plan Three Best Friends day for you, and you can get some sleep as a reward for all the school work you did!” Squish smiled at the idea.

“It’s just one week,” he chimed. “Besides, not like you can lie about getting enough sleep for a week now, right?” The Three Best Friends smiled at the plan.

“…Thanks, guys.”

[lokissweater]

THE NANAMI FIC WAS SOOO GOOD 😭😭

istg is the most cute, beautiful, pretty, elegant, devine, lovely, delightful, fabulous, charming, heavenly, alluring, breathtaking, gorgeous, pleasing, lovely, magnificent, dazzling, fascinating, jaw dropping, graceful, wonderful, ideal, nice, excellent, enticing, classy, admirable, fancy, a doring, adorable, flawless, perfect, eye magnetic, captivating, tantalising, enchanting, pleasant flamboyant, glorious, spectacular, fantastic fic i have read in my whoooole life, ily 🦦🤍

(srry if my english is not that good 😭)

BAHAHAHAHAH NO MY LOVE DO NOT APOLOGIZE AT ALL YOURE TOTALLY OKAY !!! THANK YOU SO MUUUCHHHH I LOVE YOU AND APPRECIATE YOU WITH EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE MY LOVEEE !! 💕💕💕💕

MWAAAAHHHHH !!!! 🥹🥹💕💕💕

[mortifying-macaroni]

Ok that last fan art of yours was scrumptious but I gotta ask... Andrei ass reveal WHEN?!?

BAHAHAHAHAH THANK YOU!!! Also idk man, maybe soon maybe later. Keep your eyes peeled either way

[the-blue-spark]

Guide

Your sibling is a dumbass

*Guide locks eye contact and instantly gets agrivated by the sight of the player.*

You again. First, you threatened to kidnap me and others. Now, you slander my sibling. Get out of my sight.

//ooc DAMN WHAT DID CURI DO BAHAHAHAHAH

[greenorangevioletgrass]

thots as i listen (perfectly timed as my bf left for a family thing this weekend and i can freely relive my past doomed relationship hahah):

fortnight: ahhh yes. the span of my 5-year relationship fizzling out on two different islands. bliss. what about your quiet treason??? sdkjfhksjdhf

ttpd: "you're not dylan thomas, im not patti smith / this ain't the chelsea hotel, we're modern idiots" is so real bc i WAS obsessed with patti smith and we did take ourselves (and our art, bleargh) too seriously)

my boy only breaks his favorite toys: ehehehe the "long story short" melodic parallel in the chorus. the way she plays it off like he's a fucking child, but "once i fix me, he's gonna miss me"??? FUCK OFF STOP READING MY LIFE STORY TAYLOR?? i started crying here bye

down bad: no bc the matty parralel with Z is INSANE. like how did i feel emptier than i thought i did? HOW DARE YOU THINK IT'S ROMANTIC LEAVING ME SAFE AND STRANDED? is a mood and a half.

so long london: THAT INTRO! AAAAHHH! can't say no to some good vocal layers. this is giving very early days lana del rey? trust in aaron dessner for tracks like these. and that bridge?? fuck me.

but daddy i love him: country vibes! the chorus feels like a mouthful, though? bahahahahah "i'm having his baby / no i'm not but you should've seen your faces" again, the bridge is bridging!

fresh out the slammer: oop i hear a hint of "long live"? the friends seeing the red flags way before she did 🤡 whoa, the OUTRO??? we're winding down! BUT ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT, I DID MY TIME 🥺

florida!!!: the three exclamation marks is called for, that's for sure!!! oh my god, this is probably my favorite track so far.

guilty as sin?: im loving the use of intros and outros here in this album. this is beautiful, but i also feel like throwing up thinking the long, stretched-out tension z and i had before we finally hooked up? "am i allowed to cry" for this song is sooo perfect.

who's afraid of little old me: this is very much giving lana del rey's early stuff?? i love this. i was a MESS here considering all the shitstorm i went through in that island and coming back from it. "you caged me and then you called me crazy" ha!

i can fix him: pls more bluegrassy, americana shit like this 🙏🙏 also stopppp bc this is exactly the kind of music D plays and i was convinced i can fix him lmaoooo

loml: "still alive, killing time at the cemetery / never quite buried" AND THE REAL KICKER IS I SPENT THAT WHOLE FIRST WEEK IN A BURIAL GROUND AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 😭😭

i can do it with a broken heart: THE MASTERMIND LOOP PARALLEL!!!!! what in the jack antonoff??? deffo an addition to the tour setlist im willing to bet my left NUT

the smallest man who ever lived: i just know it's aaron dessner producing right away lol. bruh she went for the THROAT here. (also it's a running joke now that D is short af lmao) THE THIRD VERSE??? it feels like going off on a tangent, but maybe that's the point?

the alchemy: fuck yeaaah! it's giving slow-motion, big moment ending of a movie scene. maybe a hint of "suburban legends"? god i can't wait to see this song performed live!

clara bow: the childlike optimism here... i'm bawling my eyes out.

the black dog: ...no words. im just crying. i remember this all to well hah.

imgonnagetyouback: heh "gold rush" parallel. this one makes me smile. reminds me of long aimless drives and tumbling into our hotel bed, not knowing what we are.

the albatross: im humming "ivy" as i listen lol. holy fuck dude, side B is slowly segueing into my current relationship--or the start of it 😬 mom pick me up im scared

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus: nope we're back to D hahahah. MAROON REFERENCE!!

how did it end: this is the face i made throughout this song 🙂🙂🙂 this is fine i'm fine

so high school: i'm surprised aaron took this on, but then again i shouldn't presume? OH WAIT yeah i get it. another happy song! ahhh! GET MY CAR DOOR SDKJFHSKDJHF i never touched a single car door when im with my bf this past year and a half lmao. it's giving "long live" and im mad cheesin!

i hate it here: ohhh it's giving laura marling! I CAN RELATE!!!

thanK you aIMee: holy shit, it just dawned on me... did i have a reputation era late 2022?? but anyway. i like this! this one is for the girlies healing ✌

i look in people's windows: guys im so INSPIRED right now i need to pick up my pen and paper after this. it's giving "death by a thousand cuts" ish??

the prophecy: toit chorus??? love. im generally loving the B-side tracks more now that i think about it...

cassandra: this is too fucking close imma throw up bye

peter: 3/4 time is always soooo dreamy ✨ and so heartbreaking! it's giving a mellowed out, more contemplative "i bet you think about me".

the bolter: again, very lana!! off to the races! good vibes.

robin: this felt like a hug 🥺🥺 im crying but what's new.

the manuscript: i am sobbing. this is the perfect closing track. "now and then i reread the manuscript / but the story isn't mine anymore" taylor you genius and i thank you for this.

regardless of who ttpd is about, im gonna listen to it for the first time as a girl who was in a delulu-ridden relationship for nearly 5 years and then had an epic breakup at a big step of my career, then fucked around with a questionable rebound guy, before finally finding myself a kind and beautiful man who i love and loves me and treats me the way i deserve to be treated 🫶

[bokubear]

“you’d be a good dad.” w/ hq boys

feat. ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu miya, suna rintarou, bokuto kotaro

warnings ; slightly suggestive on suna’s part

a/n ; suna taking it the wrong way BAHAHAHAHAH

€ ushijima stops whatever he was doing, eyes beginning to water. coming from someone whose had a difficult time with his family, especially his father; this is a bit emotional. he’s wrapped in your arms, burying his head into your shoulder. “i really love you.” he whispers, smiling softly. “i love you too toshi.”

€ atsumu grins widely when you said this, amber orbs crinkling in the corners in this big smile. “you’d be the mom.” he mutters, arms wrapping around your waist while looking up at you, face buried in your stomach. “we’d have cute kids. i hope they have your eyes.” — “but tsum, you have pretty eyes.”

€ suna holds onto that mischievous smirk, lips curling upwards. “i’m already a good daddy.” he purrs, patting your head. this makes your cheeks flush in slight embarrassment. “rin, shush, you know what i’m saying.” you quickly stammer, frowning. suna pokes your cheek with that continuous smirk. “it’s true.” cue rintarou getting tackled.

€ bokuto immediately scoops you up, beaming. “we’d have such cute kids!” that excited way he bounces around. shouting his happiness about how “the beautiful y/n complimented him” like it wasn’t the first time. either way, he can’t wait to have you in his arms with child. “you’re too pretty” he pouts when you tell him if he’d still love you even with a pregnant belly.

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited

[bakugousbussy]

Best Medicine

KiriBaku w/ Lee! Kirishima & Ler! Bakugou

Summary: Bakugou is sad and Kiri cheers him up!

-

It was finally winter break and Class 1A finally got a chance to go home and spend their Christmas break with their families. Everyone was ecstatic, everyone except Bakugou.

“I can’t wait to see my mom!” Midoriya beamed, eyes sparking with excitement.

“I will be visiting my mom everyday.” Todoroki said with a small smile.

Excited chatter filled the halls. Stories filled with family traditions, past experiences, all laced with happiness. Everyone rushed to their dorms to start packing to head home.

Bakugou sat in his room, curtains shut, under a blanket, staring at his wall. He felt alone.

Bakugou loved Christmas, ever since he was a little kid. He loved waking up on Christmas morning to the smell of his dad’s cooking, the sounds of unwrapping presents, the warmth of a fireplace. He loved the feeling of his family being whole.

But in all honesty, Bakugou was afraid to go home. Scared his parents wouldn’t be proud of him, scared they would be disappointed that he’s not a good hero, that he wasn’t doing good enough. Tears started running down Bakugou’s face as his thoughts clouded with fears.

“I just want to be good enough for them.” He whispered out in a cry.

Kirishima knocked on Bakugou’s door, and slowly pushed the door open, letting light from the hallway flood in.

“Hey Bakubro do you still have my charger— Hey! Bro what’s going on?” Kirishima was met with a sobbing Bakugou. He quickly shut the door and locked it, caring about Bakugou’s privacy when he was in a vulnerable position, making sure nobody saw the blonde at his lows.

“Please shitty hair not right now.” Bakugou sniffled, trying to hold back any more tears from escaping, but failed.

Kirishima made his way over to the blonde and started to rub the explosive blondes back sweetly. Bakugou winced at first, not used to being touched, but quickly gave in to the comforting.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kirishima hastily asked, trying not to push the blonde into doing anything he didn’t want to, especially since Bakugou wasn’t in his right mind.

“Not really I just-” Bakugou said through tears, unable to bring himself to complete his sentence.

“It’s okay buddy, when you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here to listen, you’re gonna be okay.” Kirishima comforted. What the red head didn’t know is that was what Bakugou needed. Someone to reassure him, someone to vent to. Bakugou needed a friend.

“Do you want something to drink? I can get you some water?” Kirishima offered, hoping to brighten up the sulking blonde’s mood.

“I’m okay, thank you Kiri.” The blonde finally sat up, looking at the red head and flashing him a sad smile.

The smile made Kiri’s head fill with a bit of concern. The red head just wants to make sure his friend is okay.

“I’m not leaving until you’re happy.” Kirishima said while swinging his right hand over the blonde’s shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. And surprisingly, the blonde let it happen. Enjoying the warmth and protection of the red head.

Kirishima thought about his childhood, and how his mom’s would cheer him up when he was sad. The red head had an idea.

“Bakugou, when I was younger and was feeling sad, my mom’s would give me this special medicine, and it always made me feel happy after!” Kirishima explained, smile spreading from his lips, gently swaying the two of them back and forth.

“What kind of medicine does that?” Bakugou asked, genuinely confused, really thinking Kirishima’s parent’s drugged him or something.

Kirishima laughed out and tackled Bakugou. Bakugou’s back laying flat on his bed as Kirishima straddled the blonde’s waist.

“Kiri-WHAT!?” Bakugou was taken by surprise, struggling to get out from under the red head. “What are you doing?” He asked, truly not knowing where this was going.

“Laughter silly! Laughter is the best medicine! And Doctor Kirishima is here to help!” Kirishima replied, wiggling his hands over Bakugou’s toned stomach, making Bakugou’s eyes widen in realization.

“Kiri-No dohohon’t even think about it.” Bakugou tried to hold back an anticipation giggle, trying his best to sound stern and unaffected.

“I’m not even doing anything yet BakuBro.” Kiri flashed the explosive blonde a smile and started to lower his hands. When Kirishima’s fingers finally made contact with Bakugou’s stomach, the blonde instantly caved in to suppressed giggles.

“Nahahaha Kihihihihiri noohohohoho!” Bakugou let out steady flows of giggles.

“But look you’re happy already!” The red head shot back a huge smile to the giggly blonde. Still teasing Bakugou with his fingers.

“Ahahhahaaha thihihihihis ihihihihihihis tohohohohohorture!” The blonde laughed out, desperately trying to remove the red head’s hands off of his tummy.

“No, this is treatment, not torture. You’re laughing! This is good! Tickle tickle BakuBro!” Kirishima laughed out, moving his fingers to the blonde’s armpits, resulting in stronger laughter from Bakugou.

“NAHahahHaHa NoOHOHoho MohOHoHoOre! Ihihihihi’m BEHEHEHEtter!” The blonde squeezed his arms down to protect himself, but ended up just trapping Kirishima’s hands in his tickle spot. “Ohohohohokay! HahahahahHa Ihihihihi’m HahaHaHappy!

“Hmmm, maybe you are, but I just need to make sure.” Kirishima teased as he inched his way down the laughing boys’ torso, hitting a sweet spot right underneath Bakugou’s armpits, but right above his upper rib. This cause the blonde to go into hysterics.

“NAHAHAHAHA KIHIHIHIHIHIRISHMA NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE NOHOHOHOHO!” The blonde was practically screaming as Kirishima dug his hands into his most ticklish spot. “BAHAHAHAHAH IHIHIHIHI’M HAHAHAHAPPY IHIHIHIHI FEHEHEHEHEEL BEHEHEHEHETTER!” Bakugou could feel his eyes fill with happy tears.

“Almost done! You’re doing great! There’s one more dose of medicine you need to take!” Kirishima giggled as he pretended to play doctor. He flipped over to face the blonde’s feet, pulling both legs into a headlock, then securing the boy in place with his hardening quirk.

Kirishima raked one finger up the boys right foot.

“NGA Nohohohoho Kiri! Nahahaha-” The blonde’s pleading was interrupted by Kirishima raking all his fingers up and down the poor boys’ sole.

Bakugou would never admit it, but the tickling really did help him feel better, as he laughed all his problems away.

“AHAHAHHAA KHIHIHIHIHIRI NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Bakugou’s happy tears finally making his way down his cheeks.

Kirishima was now tickling both feet, hardening one of his fingers and scratching at each foot carefully, not missing a single spot. That drove Bakugou insane. It tickled like hell. And Bakugou couldn’t even escape. He just had to endure the tickling.

Bakugou flew from side to side, attempting to wiggle his way out of the tickle prison. He used all his willpower to sit up and try to push Kirishima off of him. Bakugou strength was dramatically weakened because of the tickling.

“OHOHOHOKAY EHEHEHEHEHENOUGH AHAHHAHAHA!” Bakugou’s laughter finally going silent.

“Just a few more drops of medicine!” Kirishima responded, softening his tickle attack on the blonde’s feet.

After a few minutes (which felt like forever to Bakugou), Kirishima slowed the tickling, and stopped, helping the blonde up to a sitting position.

“You okay buddy?” Kirishima asked sweetly, smile still plastered on his face.

Bakugou, residual giggles still escaping his lips. “Haha yeah.” He turns to face Kirishima, “Thank you.”

“Anytime BakuBro.” The red head said as he pulled Bakugou in to another hug.