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hyunjincanraptoo · 3 months ago

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Skittle game- L.FX

Requested by anon. This is from my prompt list. It's my first time writing for Lix so please be gentle 🥺 will try to post one more prompt tonight

14. Skittle game (adult version)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, fwb to lovers, contains a funny epilogue

Alexa, play Señorita by Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello

The party was over. There were left only empty bottles on the table and music humming low from a now forgotten playlist, and the room smelled like beer and detergent. You were the only one left with feet bare, sleeves pushed up, scraping crumbs off the counter while Felix watched you from the couch.

He was slouched deep into the couch, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin above his waistband. His eyes were heavy, but still watching you, “You don’t have to clean”, he murmured, voice deep as usual, “You’re not my girlfriend”.

You glanced back, smirking, “Good thing. I’d be a terrible one”.

Felix just grinned, “You’d ruin me if you were”.

Your skin tingled with it but you’ve danced around this too many times to let it get to your head. You rolled your eyes and tossed the last napkin into the trash.

“Want me to do what instead of cleaning?”

“Want you to sit your pretty ass down and play a game with me”, he said, holding up a nearly empty bag of Skittles.

You raised a brow, “Skittle game. Seriously?”

He shrugged, “C’mon. Adult version. One round.”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to. Damn, you always want to when it comes to Felix. But because these nights had a habit of turning into something more— almost everytime.

Still, you walked over and sat beside him, thigh pressed to his, “Fine. Let's do it”

He shook the bag, grinning like a devil, “Pick one, make a question”

You drew first.

Orange.

You popped it into your mouth, let it melt a little on your tongue, then glanced at him,“Smash or pass?”

Felix huffed, “That’s not funny. We’ve already smashed”

“Doesn’t mean you won't pass next time”

His eyes darkened, “I won't”

“Someone is confident tonight”

“I’m always confident”

He leaned in then, mouth inches from yours, like he was daring you to kiss him first. You didn’t, you just drew another Skittle.

Red.

You smiled, “Kiss me anywhere but the lips”

His grin faltered for a second, replaced by something slower, still teasingly enough.

“Anywhere, huh?”

You nodded once.

Felix shifted closer, fingers brushing your knee before sliding up, like he was testing your patience. Then he leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck, just below the ear, where you could feel your pulse racing.

“You smell so sweet”, he murmured, breath hot against your jaw, “Always do after we fuck”

Your stomach flipped. You looked at him, but he was already pushing the Skittle bag toward you.

Yellow.

“Confess something that would ruin our friendship”, you said, “I mean…. the benefits of our friendship”

He didn’t even blink as he answered.

“I want you to be mine only”

The air between you gets heavy.

You shift in your seat, pressing your thighs together instinctively, “Felix… ”

“You said ‘confess’, I’m just being honest”

You grabbed the bag again, drawing another candy.

Green.

You lick your lips, “Touch me for five seconds. Anywhere”

He didn’t think twice. His hand slid between your legs,beneath your dress, fingers reaching the lace fabric of your panties, pressing just hard enough to make your breath shorten. He counted out loud, low, with a smirk on his face

“One… two… three…”

You were already squirming

“Four…”

His thumb circled your clit once.

“Five”

Then he pulled away like nothing happened, licking sugar off his knuckle.

You glared at him, “Asshole”

He laughed, eyes shining, “Don’t lie to yourself, you love it”

Then it was his turn.

Purple.

“Ask me something you wouldn’t if we were sober”, he said

You hesitated

“Did you ever come thinking about me before we started hooking up?”

His smirk faded. Felix shifted in his seat, “You mean when I tried to pretend I didn’t want you every time you walked in wearing those tiny little skirts of yours? Yeah, I did”

Your soul almost left your body.

He watched you for a beat longer, then picked the last Skittle from the bag.

Red. Again.

“No repeats”, you murmured

“Who said I’m repeating?”

He leaned forward. Fingers curling around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lap like it was instinct. Like it had always been this easy to ruin you.

His lips brushed your ear.

“This time, I’m kissing you here”, he whispered, mouth ghosting over your chest, just above your heart before taking your lips on his

You were already grinding against him, desperate and warm, too aware of how good he felt under you. Too used to this yet never tired.

Then you slid off his lap, sank to your knees between his legs like muscle memory.

“You won again”, you said, smugly.

Felix groaned when your fingers hooked on his waistband, his head dropping back.

“Fuck. You’re really gonna…?”

But the sentence died the moment your tongue touched him.

You’d done this before— too many times— but never like this. Never this intentional.

His hands gripped your hair, breath catching every time you swallowed around him, every time you hummed and let your tongue trace patterns he never knew he needed.

And when you glanced up at him with big eyes, mouth full, he choked on your name.

“This… fuck… this isn’t just a game anymore”

You pulled back just enough to murmur, “Did it ever feel like one?”

He stared at you. And you saw it, right there in his eyes— something wild. Something like a mix of desire with euphoria.

You took him deeper, and Felix could swear he wasn’t seeing just stars but a whole galaxy. You were there on your knees warm and wet and so into it, and all he could do was sit there with his head thrown back, fists clenched in your hair, making the kind of noises he swore he didn’t make.

“Fuck… angel, wait…”

You hummed around him,the vibration making him twitch in your mouth.

“Holy shit… don’t do that….”

You pulled off with a loud pop, blinking up at him, faking innocence, “Don’t do what?”

“That”, he panted, pointing at you like you’d committed a crime, “That… thing. With your tongue. Shit… I literally almost fell in love with you just now”

You paralysed

He paralysed too.

“You what?!”

Felix’s eyes went comically wide, “I… I didn’t mean… I meant like… figuratively, like…”

You raised a brow, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, still on your knees, “Felix”

“Okay, technically I am already in love with you”, he blurted, entire face turning red, “But I was gonna wait until like… after. Or during cuddling. Or maybe never? But then you started humming and I just… I panicked. My brain was like, ‘tell her right now or you’ll die’ ”

You stared at him, still holding his dick.

He stared back, mortified.

“…Can I finish first?”, you asked, poker faced

Felix wheezed, covering his face with both hands, “Please, God, yes. But like, just pretend I didn’t say anything yet”

You grinned, leaning back in, “Oh, I’m definitely gonna pretend”

Just like that, your mouth was back on him, and all Felix could do was grab a pillow, muffle a very real sob, and think ‘I love her so much it’s disgusting’.

The pressure built in him, every movement of your lips pushing him closer to the edge. His fingers tightened around the pillow, his breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps, but nothing prepared him for the moment when he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

He pulled you closer by the hair, urging you on as his body stiffened with the release, a broken gasp escaping him. A shudder ran through him as he came undone, the pleasure almost overwhelming in its intensity.

He fought to keep his eyes on you, watching the way you took him in, and the sight alone was enough to make his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the physical sensation.

Felix’s body trembled beneath you, a mix of pleasure and raw emotion flooding through him. "I can't stop…", he gasped, voice cracked and shaky, but the overwhelming sense of vulnerability felt too real to ignore.

When he was done cleaning himself, Felix pulled you to his lap. His hands were holding on your waist like he was afraid you’d run away.

The air was thick with something neither of you felt before.

You rested your forehead against his, your breath still uneven from what everything just had happened, “You really said it mid blowjob, huh”

Felix groanned, “I panicked”

You laughed, but it faded fast. Because you felt what he meant. Not just the words but also the weight of them. Like he’d been carrying this for a while. And suddenly, you didn’t know what to think anymore.

It wasn’t just fuck buddies anymore. Not just games and teasing.

Your fingers trailed up the side of his neck, settling in his long blonde hair, “How long?”

He swallowed without looking at you, “Few weeks. Maybe longer. I kept trying to stop. Kept saying it was just sex”

“But it’s not”

He finally met your eyes, “It hasn’t been for me in a while”

The silence that followed felt fragile.

“I don’t know what to do with that”, you whispered.

“I don’t either”, he admitted, “But I’d rather be honest and ruin it than lie and lose you anyway”

You blinked, chest aching, “Lix…”

He shook his head quickly, “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it so you’d fix it. I just fell in love with you while watching you eat cereal in my shirt and talk shit about my taste in movies. I knew I was doomed”

You pressed your lips to his tenderly, a little sad.

It tasted like goodbye or maybe a beginning.

He kissed you back like he was memorizing the taste of your lips. Like if it was the last time.

When you pulled back, your nose brushed his. Then, you asked, “What do we do now?”

Felix exhaled, still holding you like he was scared you’d vanish. But then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your jaw, then to your cheek, then the tip of your nose.

And he said, “We stop pretending. And we figure it out”

“And if we mess it up?”

He smiled, genuine, “Then we try again. And again. As many times as it takes. I won’t let you go, Yn”

Your throat tightened. Your hands slid to his cheeks, and you kissed, deeply and passionate.

When you pulled back, you whispered, “Okay. Let’s do it. Together”

“Okay”, he nodded, smiling, “Us. For real this time”

You both enjoyed the comfortable silence for a moment. Still tangled up in each other but no longer hiding behind rules or teasing or the label of ‘just friends’.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was real.

And real was enough for you. The both of you.

…

Epilogue:

You were brushing your teeth when Felix walked into the bathroom, hair a mess, sleepy eyes.

He blinked at you through the mirror, “…Are you using my toothbrush again?”

You glance over,mouth full of minty foam, “You already kissed me after I had your dick in my mouth. I think we’re past toothbrush boundaries”

He groaned, rubbing his face with both hands, “I hate how valid that is”

You spat, then wiped your mouth, and leaned against the counter, watching him lazily grab his own brush looking at it with disgust but strangely not actually feeling it

“I’m making cereal for breakfast”, you said, “The good kind. With cinnamon crunch rolls”

He grinned around the toothbrush, “You’re literally the love of my life”

You smiled at him and said, not being flirty this time, “Yeah, I know. You’re mine too”

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sweet1delusi0ns · 1 year ago

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Naruto boys calling you ma’am ──☆*:・ﾟ

!Slightly suggestive!

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He’s sassy so ofc he’s gunna piss you off by calling you “ma’am” making you feel old. Normally when you scold him over stupid things he refers to you as that-

“Did you think about how dangerous that is?!” “No ma’am!” “use your little head before doing something dumb!” “Yes ma’am!” “ok stop with the ma’am I feel like a teacher scolding a bad student” “what you gunna smack me with a ruler?” Rolls eyes “I will if you don’t keep quiet!” “Whatever you say! Ma’am~” “I’ll be back with the ruler.” “WHAT?!”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He uses it nonchalantly or when he’s being goofy. Like everytime he leaves home you always say “be safe baby” and he always responds with “yes ma’am.” In a serious tone. He knows you worry that one day he may not come back so he must reassure you!

“Be safe Sasuke. I expect you home by 10!” “Yes ma’am, i will I promise. I must go now! I’ll see you at dinner darling” you whisper “it’s cute when you call me that” right before he closes the door (he heard it anyways)

Itachi🥀-*

He is such a good boyfriend honestly. He’s the kind of guy to do little tasks for you when you ask. So normally when your to lazy all you gotta do is ask him to do it instead!

“Tachi, can you please get me some more water?” “Yes ma’am!!!” Very rare times you ask him to do something without him responding with a “yes ma’am~”

Kakashi🍃-*

His mouth gets himself in trouble, sometimes he says things that could be viewed a different way without realizing it. For example he once said you remind him of a frog. I don’t know how it’s a compliment but he meant it as one…which obviously you didn’t know

“ARE YOU CALLING ME AN UGLY FROG KASHI?!” “N-no ma’am! That’s not what I mea-” “NO I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANNNN! YOU THINK IM SLIMEY TOAD” you start smiling once you realize how silly this really is “no I swear I meant it in a nice way!!!” “WELL-��did you call me ma’am?” “Uhm…depends do you not like it” you chuckle “no I don’t mind, it’s cute.” He lets out a sigh of relief “well I guess I’ll call you that more often?~”

Kiba🐺-*

Like kakashi his mouth gets him in trouble, exept Kiba does it on purpose to try and get a rise out of you he likes it when your rough ofc that means he just teases as much as possible, but then he tries acting all innocent

He’s on his knees directly infront of your legs waiting for you to look at him “I know what your doing Kiba. It’s not gunna work” he flashes the puppy eyes “well I’m not doing anything y/n🥺” “so your serious not trying to get a rise out of me?” “Noooo ma’am” you grab his face with your hand rather aggressively“is this want you want puppy?” A very quiet “Yes” could be heard from him

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He only calls you ma’am when you nag him about doing chores or helping you cook, he knows he can’t say no but “maam” is his only way of back talk

“Hey Shika be a dear and take out the trash” “ahhh yes anything for you ma’am.” He responded in the most sarcastic voice he could make “watch that tone babe!” “Yeah yeah whatever, such a pain” “I’ll show you pain.” A water bottle was soon thrown directly at his head LOL

Shino🪲-*

Call me weird but I feel like if he was going to call you something like that he would call you mistress instead but that’s for another time! When he does call you ma’am it’s mostly because he admires your leadership. You guys would be testing battle strategy and when you command him into a certain position you could here his cheerful “yes ma’am” while he runs into position

Neji🎋-*

He only uses it to get out of trouble actually. When he does something he isn’t supposed to he tries lying abt what he did

“Neji. Were you in my drawers?” “What!!! No ma’am that is absurd I would never dig through your shirt drawer!” You look at him with a blank stare “I never said it was my shirt drawer. Time to fess up pretty.” He sighs loudly. “Fine yes. But only because I missed your scent!!!” “Awwwww…kinda creepy but cute!!”

Lee🥋-*

Your like his own personal Inspirator. You give him pep talk like every single day and being the energy ball he is he is so hyped to hear about it

“Are you gunna train hard today?” “Yes ma’am!” “And you going to be proud of yourself no matter what?!” “Yes ma’am!!!!!” “Are you not gunna over work yourself for me?” “YES MA’AM!!!!”

Choji🍥-*

Again he takes your authority very seriously! So ma’am is fitting when your taking charge of every day things. Even if your not trying to be all serious he will always respect your power but he also looks to you for guidance

“Hey handsome you said you needed me?” “Yes y/n-chan. I figured you could help me with this?” You sigh “the only way I’ll be of help is if you do what I tell you too, can you…do that?” “Yes ma’am! I’m a very good listener!” You giggle “cute now let’s get started”

Gaara⏳-*

He has mommy issues and your strong and independent ofc he’s gunna call you names like that and ask for you to take care of him?! You love babying him anyways but it’s always so cute when he’s had a rough day mentally wise and the first thing he does is go to you

“Y/n, may we please have some alone time…” he asked shyly “of course rose, bad mental day?” You open your arms to him “yes ma’am. It was hard today.” He comments before hopping in your arms waiting for you to make everything better

Kankuro🪆-*

He calls you ma’am when your all mad at him for being bratty “but I was just checking out your new pants!” “You expect me to believe that you were just looking at my pants and not my ass?” “Yes ma’am” kinda like Kiba he wants you to be rough with him ok. He’s just trying to tease so you do something about it which you don’t because your strong, and it’s funner to just calling him a brat and watching him squirm at the insults

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joyswonderland1108 · 22 days ago

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Omg not a SIGHTING!!! call the FBI!!!

LMAO some of you ARMYs — and let me say it louder for the Jikook police in the back — are starting to give “emotionally unavailable 1950s toxic husband who forbids his wife from showing her ankles in public” energy. Like?? Please untighten your corsets. People saw Jikook in NYC. They tweeted about it. TEXT TWEETS. No pictures. No videos. Not a drone shot. Just good old “hey I just passed them!” excitement. AND SOME OF Y’ALL LOST IT.

“Delete this.” “Don’t share this.” “Protect their privacy.” Protect their—??? THEY WERE OUTSIDE. In New York City. Public streets. With other humans. Not on a military base, not in the Bermuda Triangle, not hiding in Yoongi’s underground studio eating shadow soup. Just… OUTSIDE.

And suddenly you act like you’re Joan of Arc being burned at the stake for BTS’s sins. Miss me with the fake morals, please. Why didn’t you cry “don’t share!” BEFORE you found out what exactly was going on? Hmm? Why wait till after you've gotten the tea, then hop on Twitter acting like the Virgin Mary of Privacy Laws? Y’all wanna consume but then pretend you’re too holy to participate. Hypocrisy in 4K.

Someone said “some of y’all Jikookers will out them for a hit tweet.” Girl be serious. Unless they’re caught in 4K making out inside the Vatican during Sunday mass, a SIGHTING on the sidewalk ain’t “outing” them. It’s not that deep. And what’s even funnier is: if Jikook did come out officially, some of y’all would STILL be on Twitter like “pls stop spreading it 🥺 respect their privacy 😔” WHEN THEY THEMSELVES TOLD YOU. It’s giving delulu gatekeeper with control issues.

And believe me — if we’re talking about “outing” (which we’re not, because this ain’t that), it’s not gonna be some random incel on Twitter with 3 followers and a Jungkook pfp who lives 10,000km away. Let’s be serious for one second. If anyone had the material to actually out them, it would’ve already happened. Dispatch, the nosiest gossip overlords in South Korea, literally built their brand on blowing up celeb couples and STILL haven’t touched Jikook. So here we are.

The only people who could ever truly “out” Jikook are:

Jikook themselves,

Jikook via their company,

or Jikook through a coordinated media scoop because the stars aligned and it was part of some galaxy-brained PR move.

A tweet that says “I think I saw them near Central Park” isn’t that. Be serious.

Oh but wait — WHERE were your moral compasses when the members showed up to J-Hope’s concert? That wasn’t officially announced either, but y’all had ZERO problems with pictures and videos of them in the crowd floating around Twitter before they were even showed on the big screen. I didn’t see y’all crying “privacy!!” then. Funny how suddenly public sightings are sacred and must be protected like state secrets… unless it’s convenient for your hype. The hypocrisy is glowing in the dark.

Let’s break it down for the people in the back with bad Wi-Fi:

Leaked schedules / private photos / sasaeng trash? Yes. Bad. Burn it.

“I saw BTS at a Starbucks in Manhattan”? Regular celebrity shit. Normal. Not a felony.

But go ahead. Keep acting like public sightings are national security threats and that anyone sharing them is personally violating the Geneva Convention. Meanwhile you were RT’ing videos of them at Hobi’s concert like CNN breaking news.

Y’all are not morally superior for turning fandom into a toxic power trip. You’re just exhausting. Let people have fun. Let people be excited. Let people BREATHE.

Please. Touch grass. Drink water. Unclench.

#jikook #kookmin #minkook #Jikook sighting #let people be excited #I'm not even talking about clown posts but legit ones #the call is coming from inside the fandom #delulu gatekeeping olympics

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corroded-hellfire · 10 months ago

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Throwing a fluffy idea out there: Eddie volunteering (possibly for community service after getting busted for something silly) at a pet shelter. The kittens trying to play with his hair, him rough housing with the dogs to help get them some playtime and exercise.

Eddie loves animals and no one can change my mind. All I want is to see him with these fuzzy little babies 🥺

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Hopper was a good guy. He knew deep down Eddie was a good kid and that if he was the worst criminal that Hawkins had, things were going all right. But that didn’t mean that the chief of police wouldn’t lay down the law once in a while with the small-time drug dealer.

Eddie had gotten the choice between a few nights in the tiny town jail or volunteering at a pre-approved Hawkins business. Not wanting to spend time behind bars, Eddie grumbled as he took a look at the list of volunteer options. Spending any time at a medical facility was an automatic no and Eddie wasn’t sure how picking up trash would keep him away from drugs when all he’d want is to smoke a joint after the arduous task.

The Hawkins Animal Shelter immediately seemed appealing, though. Growing up, Eddie had always wanted a dog, but his dad couldn’t afford to own one and Wayne is allergic. Thinking of spending time with the dogs and cats that didn’t have families of their own brought a smile to his face. Maybe part of it was that he didn’t have a stable home life before coming to live with his uncle, so he could relate to the sweet, innocent animals.

His first day on the job, Eddie jumps out of his van and tosses his leather jacket on the passenger’s seat so it won’t get covered in fur or drool. The gravel crunches beneath his boots as he heads towards the front door. Barking can be heard before he even grips the dull copper doorknob.

There’s an older woman seated behind a desk as soon as he walks in, who looks up at him over the rim over her tortoiseshell glasses.

“Munson?” Her voice is deep and raspy, the pack of cigarettes sitting in front of her the obvious culprit.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says.

The woman nods her head to a yellow door covered in scratches—mostly on the bottom half. “In there. The girl will show you what to do.”

The girl. Eddie doesn’t even know who she is, but he’s offended on her behalf by being referred to in that way. Giving the woman a quick nod, Eddie heads over and through the door, eager to be out of her presence.

The sound of dogs barking and yipping is even louder in the back hallway, and now it’s joined by the high-pitched meowing of cats. It brings a smile to Eddie’s face as he shoves his hands into his jean pockets. He turns a corner and sees a girl bending over into one of the dog’s kennels. As excited as he is to see the animals he’s going to be spending time with, he admires the view of the nice ass in front of him first. A particularly loud woof from a Pomeranian has the girl standing up straight and Eddie is quick to avert his eyes, hoping he can keep up the facade of being a gentleman for more than five minutes.

“Oh! Hi, Eddie.”

At the sound of his name, Eddie looks back towards you. A smile breaks out on his face as he recognizes you from school. The two of you never really spoke before, but he couldn’t deny that he’d always thought you were very pretty.

“Hey! I didn’t know you worked here,” he says.

“Nope, just volunteer,” you say as you wipe your hands off on the thighs of your jeans.

“And I bet you weren’t even threatened with jail time,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. You giggle and it makes Eddie’s stomach flip in a way that’s unfamiliar to him.

“Let me guess, Brenda sent you back here with a huff?” A dog clamors for your attention in a kennel to your right and you reach in to scratch behind the chocolate lab’s ear.

“I assume so,” Eddie says with a shrug. “She didn’t bother introducing herself before ushering me along, saying you would tell me what to do.”

“Hmm,” you hum, narrowing your eyes as if inspecting him. “Can anyone really tell Eddie Munson what to do?”

This makes him laugh and it scares a skittish poodle to his left.

“Aw, I’m sorry, pal.” Eddie crouches down and holds his knuckles up to the kennel door to let the white, fluffy dog give him a sniff.

“That’s Stella,” you tell him. “Her brother Bruno is on the pillow back there asleep.”

Eddie’s eyes roam over to the dark gray poodle snoozing away in the back corner. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world and Eddie envies that.

“Do you know all the animals’ names here?” Eddie asks as he stands back up.

“Sometimes it’s hard to keep track because they come and go, but yeah, I think so,” you say. “Hmm, okay, I was just about to go change the kitty litter. Want to come along and distract the kittens? You wouldn’t believe how much they get in the way.”

“Sure,” Eddie agrees as he follows you down the hallway. As soon as you open the door to where the cats are kept, a cacophony of meowing floods his ears. There are different volumes and different pitches blending together to create a song of cat chaos. Eddie realizes he must be staring when he hears a soft giggle coming from your direction. Ducking his head, he clears his throat and turns towards you. “What should I do, boss?”

“Well,” you say as you walk over to a few of the cubbies the cats are residing in, “I’ll let a few out at a time, you distract them with the toys or maybe even some treats and I’ll clean their boxes. Then we try to corral them back in and start over again. Ready?”

There’s an array of cat toys on the far side of the small room. Fuzzy mice, balls that jingle, some with feathers, and a few cat wands. Eddie grabs a bag of cat treats off the shelf–which means every little eyeball in that room is on him–and settles himself on the floor next to the toys.

“Ready.”

The first batch you let out consists of five cats–ones that you know for a fact get along, you inform him. There’s a calico named Turtle, an orange and white one named Eric, an all-white called Kissy with the bluest eyes Eddie’s ever seen, and two small kittens. They’re both tabby cats with stripes, but one is grey with black stripes and the other is a soft orange with darker stripes; named Pepper and Chili respectively. Unsurprisingly, the kittens are the first ones intrigued by their new visitor. Tiny paws pad over the linoleum floor until they’re both standing right in front of Eddie. Now that they’re this close though, they get a bit shy. Their eyes are so big for their little heads, Eddie thinks, and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute they are. Chili decides to be the brave one and takes on the scary task of crawling up Eddie’s leg.

“Jesus,” Eddie winces as sharp little claws dig through the material of his jeans and prick at his skin. You pop your head out from one of the kennels and give him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah. I don’t know why but kittens’ claws are sharper than adult cats,” you tell him.

“God, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” Eddie tells Chili as the little furball stops to sit on Eddie’s thigh. As if seeing that his brother is safe, Pepper jumps up and follows the trail the ginger cat had led. “Ah, both. Great.” His words are joking, but the way he grits his teeth as Pepper’s claws do their little pricks of damage is very real.

Turtle makes her way over and begins to chew on the top corner of the treat bag. Kissy immediately wants Eddie to pet her, and Eric is content to sit about a foot away and watch the others interact with the human on the floor.

You peek over your shoulder as you empty the dirty litter into the garbage can beside you, and smile when you see Pepper standing on Eddie’s lap with her two front paws pressed right over his heart. Her tiny head bobs as she inspects Eddie’s face, little pink nose twitching as it works.

Chili has to outdo his sister and jumps right up to Eddie’s shoulder, as if he were a pirate and Chili is his trusty parrot. The ginger cat noses at Eddie’s curls before deciding to take a taste. He opens his mouth and Eddie is glad that hair doesn’t have nerve endings when Chili sinks those little needles that he calls teeth into the strand.

By the time you get finished cleaning out the litter and refilling the food and water, Pepper is up on Eddie’s other shoulder, chewing on hair on that side of his head. Kissy is curled up in Eddie’s lap, purring contentedly as she snoozes. Turtle is still trying to figure out how to get into the treat bag, and Eric decides he can trust Eddie enough to rest his head on Eddie’s ankle.

“Well, don’t you all look comfy,” you say as you stroll over to them.

“Cats have no boundaries,” Eddie says with a smile.

“Not a one,” you agree.

Eventually, you get them all back in their cubby condos and are able to move on to clean the other cat’s areas.

When you get to the last one, you open the cage door and reach in. Eddie watches as you pull out an older gray and brown cat and hug it to your chest.

“How are you, Perry?” you ask before planting a kiss right between the cat’s ears. You turn towards Eddie so he can get a better view of the large feline. “This is Perry. He’s the oldest cat here and an absolute sweetheart. I would’ve brought him home with me a long time ago if my sister wasn’t allergic.”

“Hi, Perry,” Eddie says, walking closer to the two of you. He holds his fingers up and Perry gives them a quick sniff. The cat ducks his head and Eddie takes the hint, scratching wherever his hand is guided along the soft fur.

“Wow,” you say softly. “I’ve never seen Perry let anyone pet him that quickly. He can be a grumpy old man when he doesn’t know someone.”

“I live with a grumpy old man,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Guess I just know how to deal with them.”

“Do you want to hold him while I clean?” you offer.

“Sure.”

You hand the cat over and Perry quickly adjusts to being in Eddie’s arms. It’s another thing that surprises you. Perry isn’t usually a fan of being held—unless it’s by you. But the tabby seems quite content in Eddie’s arms.

Since the last cage is the easiest to clean, you finish up with the cat room in no time.

“What now?” Eddie asks.

A look down at your watch lets you know.

“Time for the first group of dogs to go outside.” You nod for Eddie to follow you in the direction of the dogs’ section. “We do it in groups since there’s so many of them. This way they can all get some attention and there’s less likely to be any issues or fighting.”

It’s not surprising to you that Eddie is a complete natural with the dogs when you get outside. He’s on the grass with them, rough housing, he plays fetch, and even runs laps around the yard with a few who just need to burn off their extra energy. The dogs all take to him so naturally—even the shy ones. It’s impossible not to smile as you watch the canines play with this golden retriever of a man.

By the time the two of you bring the last round of dogs back inside, Eddie’s cheeks are rosy from exertion, his breathing is somewhat labored, and he has patches of dirt on him almost from head to toe.

“Come here,” you say with a chuckle once you’ve snapped the last lock shut.

There’s a battered door at the other end of the hall, and Eddie follows you over towards it. You jiggle the rusty doorknob and step into the small bathroom. There are a few stacks of towels lined up on the counter and you pull a teal one off the top of a pile.

The scent of lemons fills the small space as you pump some hand soap onto the towel and wring it out with some water.

You turn back to Eddie and motion for him to drop his chin. He does, and you push a few strands of curls back to wipe at the dirt on the left cheek and jawline.

“How’d you get this?” you ask with a chuckle.

“No idea,” he replies with a small huff of laughter. “I think it was when Yogi and I both dove for that tennis ball.”

The memory of Eddie and the chocolate lab both going for the toy brings a smile to your face as you clean off what you can of the dirt.

“He’s a good boy,” you say.

“What about me?” Eddie asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You laugh and toss the dirty towel in the laundry bin.

“Yes, Eddie,” you tell him. “You were a good boy, too.”

Even though he’s the one who brought it up, he feels his face get warm.

“So, I’m actually headed out early today,” you say as you wipe your hands off on the sides of your jeans. “But I’m sure Brenda will let you know what you can do next.” It’s hard to keep the playful smirk off your face at the mention of the cantankerous receptionist.

Eddie drops his jaw and stares at you with mock annoyance.

“Playing hooky and leaving me with someone who makes Ms. O’Donnell look like a ray of sunshine? How dare you?”

You chuckle and shake your head.

“I mean, if you want to go get my cavity filled for me, I wouldn’t complain,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie winces, fighting off the urge to run his tongue over his teeth.

“Oof, okay. That’s a good excuse, I guess,” Eddie says.

“I’m so glad you approve,” you tease. “Are you coming back tomorrow?”

“Sure am.”

Honestly, Eddie has no idea if he’s scheduled to come in tomorrow or not, but he hardly doubts anyone would complain if he showed up for extra volunteering.

“I’ll see you then.”

You give him one last smile before heading to grab your bag from the back room.

The next day, all the cats and kittens meow at you the moment you step foot into their room.

“Hello, babies,” you greet them. “How’s my man Perry doin—” Your face falls when you see Perry’s usual crate empty of the senior cat.

Despite the cries of protest, you back out of the cat room and hastily make your way to Brenda’s desk.

“Where’s Perry?” you ask without preamble.

“Got adopted,” Brenda responds, not looking up from the old issue of People Magazine she’s flipping through.

“Oh.” You swallow and nod your head. “Good for him.” I didn’t get to say goodbye.

A few tears fall as you head back to the cats and begin your daily cleaning routine. You are genuinely happy that Perry has found a home. Cats of his age don’t belong in a shelter, they belong with a family. Well, all cats do, but it’s especially harder for seniors. It’s the fact that you didn’t get to give him one more scratch between his ears or kiss the back of his head one last time that is upsetting you. He was so much a part of your daily life that it already feels empty in the shelter without him.

“Hey.”

Eddie’s voice startles you, causing you to jump and hit the back of your head on the roof of Chili and Pepper’s cubby.

“Ow.” You wince and step back, bringing your hand up to hold the sore spot.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Eddie says, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to scare you—hey, are you okay?” Eddie frowns in concern when he sees the tear tracks running down your cheeks.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” you say before wiping off your face with the sleeve of your shirt. “I’m fine. Just found out that Perry got adopted and I’m bummed I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.”

“Oh.” The smile forming on Eddie’s pretty face doesn’t hold the tone of sympathy that you were expecting. He clears his throat and brings his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Well, um, actually, I’m the one who adopted him.”

Either your ears or brain are having a hard time grasping what Eddie just said, so it takes a few moments before it finally clicks.

“You? You adopted Perry?”

“Yeah.” There’s a prideful grin on Eddie’s face and it makes your heart rate pick up. “After you left yesterday, I went to say goodbye to him, and he kept pawing at me through the bars of the crate. I let him out and he wanted me to hold him. I kinda fell in love with him right then and there.”

Tears flood your eyes once more, but this time for an entirely different reason.

“Oh, Eddie.” You chuckle and wipe at your misty eyes. “That makes me so happy. Perry deserves a good family, and I couldn’t have picked a better one. Thank you.”

“You can come by whenever you want to see him,” Eddie says, a nervous warble in his voice. He clears his throat and tries again. “I’m sure, uh, he’d love to see you more.”

A shy smile graces your features as you reply, “I’d like that, too.”

“So, no more tears,” Eddie says, stepping forward and using his thumb to gently erase any remains of your waterworks.

“No more tears,” you agree, taking a deep breath.

Before you can let the thought linger and overthink it, you lean forward and wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck, hugging his body close to yours. He tentatively wraps his arms around your body before holding you just as tightly as you’re holding him.

Reluctantly, you pull away and take a step backward.

“So, what do you say?” you ask. “Should we get to work?”

Eddie drops into a bow and makes a grand sweeping gesture towards the cat cubbies.

“Let’s do it.”

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mtcloudsworld · 5 months ago

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Hi, I asked you a few days ago if you take requests I was too scared to bother you by sending an actual request. But would you do a Valentine’s Day smut/fluff for Jason x fem reader. Jason actually being super Sweet and romantic and spoiling her on Valentine’s Day, I know it’s late you don’t have to if you don’t want and thank you for responding to my question a few days ago 🤎🤎🤎

Awe please bother me!! 🥺

I really don't mind if you guys inbox me. If you have a request, wanna say hi or have a question, please don't be afraid to message me! I'm all ears 😁👍🏾

Sorry it took me so long to respond. It took me some time to muster up your request. I hope you didn't think I was ignoring you or anything. I did have something in my drafts and was having a hard time articulating the way I wanted it to go. Luckily your request came in clutch, I appreciate that very much.

I feel like my brain was going into a hundred different directions with this one 😂 please forgive me if it's not exactly what you wanted but believe me when I say I really tried.

I feel with Jason Valentine's Day is an every single day thing with him, I got nothing but love for that man.

Don't be afraid to comment your thoughts, also like and reblog if you want. Ty!! Enjoy lovebugs :) 🩷🦠

(p.s.) do y'all like regular fonts or tiny fonts? Please lmk your preference when it comes to reading. Hopefully everyone is on the same page, I know that'll kind of be hard because everyone reads differently but I'm curious either way.

- ☁️

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘; 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡⏜

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, fem!reader, vigilante/bf! JasonTodd, good ol' missionary, love making, oral (f receiving), lovey dovey, a little bit of masturbation, submissive, pet names: babe, baby, mamas, doll, love, sweetheart. This is a pretty long one, longer than I expected so please forgive me for that. Edited, but in case of any errors, ignore :) ty <3<3<3

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, hits his nose upon entering your apartment. The sight of your spacious living room made him freeze as it was pristine and polished...not at all clustered with clutter or seen as untidy like it usually does.

Junk mail shredded and thrown to the trash. The floor in every room vacuumed and mopped.

Rose petals along the floor.

Books and vinyls were placed on the bookshelf in alphabetical order. The numerous polyester blankets you loved collecting were placed in the wicker basket near the brown entertainment center.

The lamp beside the couch was dimmed low. A few candles lit around the space. Gentle, slow music played lightly through the record player.

On the coffee table was a box of assortments, chocolate covered fruit with a drizzle of white chocolate on top, two glasses of wine and a red heart shaped gift bag on the side.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy. Intimate and sacred meant for two. Undoubtedly, there was something so perfect and elegant about this space that it had his heart fluttering.

It was subtle and simple, it made him grow impatient wanting nothing more than to see you and hold you. After a day of patrolling, dealing with Bruce and so on, he couldn't wait to get home.

This morning, he gave you breakfast in bed, surprised you with six different banquets of flowers, a diamond necklace with matching studs and ring that had the words "my one and only," engraved around it. He went as far as to give you his debt card.

Now, you never liked to spend his money on anything. You didn't even like the fact that he was spoiling it on you, but because he was as stubborn as a mule, he had cleared out your schedule anyways. He scheduled an appointment at the spa to get your nails done and an appointment at the hair salon. Although you pouted out of appreciation and told him he didn't have to do that, he rebuttal with a kiss on your lips and said, "I would do anything just for you."

After a day of getting pampered, you figured since your schedule was cleared, it was the perfect opportunity to tidy up the place, make it all presentable with rose petals on the floor, some vanilla scented candles, dim lighting-- make it look intimate and homey. Setting a few gifts in line, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and red wine on the table. You wanted it to look perfect before Jason came home.

It had only taken two and a half hours to shower, drench yourself in vanilla scented soap, moisturize your soft skin with Shea butter and spray on some perfume. You applied on some mascara and blood red lip gloss before slipping on a little something something.

And while you got yourself ready and the night began to set, you hear the apartment door shut.

"Baby, I'm home!" Jason feels his body relax when he hears the sound of your soft hums coming from down the hall, "Be right there!" Presumably believing you were in the bathroom since your bedroom light was off.

While he occupied himself with placing his weapons in a nearby safe box and leaned down to untie his boot laces, he hears you emerge from out of the bathroom, down the short hall towards the living room. You find him hunched over by the door placing his shoes to the side.

"How was it tonight?" You ask.

He hears your steps grow slow, pacing around.

"Slow as fuck. Don't know why Bruce called me in when he could've been back home with Selina. There was barely anyone out tonight." He states with slight irritation in his voice.

You nearly giggle as he continues to grumble underneath his breathe. When he stands up straighter, he's taken back by the sight of your appearance.

Suddenly breathless and speechless, his eyes scaled over your gorgeous anatomy moving around the coffee table to grab yourself a chocolate covered strawberry.

Jaw clenched and body slightly tense, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. He watches you approach the end of the sofa and perch yourself up on the armrest of the couch. Your soft, glowing legs crossed one over the other as you take small bites at the sweet fruit.

Flushed and piqued, his eyes grew wide from beneath the helmet. In all your glory, you looked so plushy and soft as your body was snugged in a sexy cherry red two piece lingerie.

It's material hugged around the bust of your tits, giving them an extra lift from the band underneath. Your nipples were hard from the lukewarm air seeping through the vents, causing them to surface through the thin fabric. The delicious sight of the thong hugging around the curves of your hips and richness of your thighs made you look all so yummy.

More yummy than that damn chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth right about now. He thought.

You nodded towards his direction, smiling a little when you noticed he hadn't moved an inch since you made eye contact, but, was just standing there, staring at you. "Need some help taking that off, handsome?" You say teasingly, impressed and aroused by the newly improved suit branded in all black hugged and defined every muscle and thick part of his anatomy. The symbolic red bat emblem placed in the middle of his chest, some pieces of his suit were still kevlar and others were leather.

He chuckles, finding himself stunned by you entirely. He thinks he might go insane just by the way you were looking at him. Ruin you and devour you. He had to take a moment to register your words, finding it hard to focus on anything but you.

"Uh, well....that's if you're up for the challenge, babygirl." He reckons, the modulator within the helmet making his voice ten times deeper than usual. "Otherwise, I'll gladly strip this off for you."

"Mmm, a strip tease? I believe you got me there, baby." You purred, tilting your head to the side curiously. The sound of clicking is heard, hissing from underneath causing pressure to be released. His hands reach up for the red helmet, slipping it off carefully to reveal his head.

"Personally I think that option would be more... sexier." You thought out loud allowing your shiny red lips to wrap seductively around the berry and deliberately suck on the chocolate.

He releases a deep chuckle as he sets the helmet to the side. His short black and white streak hair sexily tousled and curly from the humidity of the helmet.

The sight of his handsome face and those piercing sapphire eyes made you feel a storm brew from within, butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach, your nerves tingling. You felt a wave of excitement circulate through your system as he glances between you and the living room.

"I love what you did with the place."

He stood tall, glaring over your gorgeous profound frame. He doesnt take his eyes off you as he begins to slip the gloves off, setting them on a nearby shelf. Carefully unzipping the leather jacket, he slips it off and lays it to the side.

"I wanted it to look extra special for tonight."

Your words were sweet, too sweet, to the point, his own teeth were about to rot. Effortlessly, you had him in a chokehold, you lived rent free in his mind. With all your cuteness, your down right innocence and flaws, you had a way of tugging at his heart strings.

Like any other time, you always found yourself swooned at the sight of him. Whether he's in armour, shirtless with grey sweatpants, roaming around here in only boxers or just outright naked, his fine ass could never fail to amaze you.

You fell hard for Gotham's most favorite vigilante.

The way he treats you, cares for you, makes you feel like a queen, practically worshiping the ground you walk on and then some, he would do just about anything to see you smile again and again and again-- he had your heart, and you had his.

"Hm, and this?" He points to the lingerie you were currently settled in, walking up to you with his hands buried in his pockets.

"Oh this? I bought it after I got my hair and nails done. Which thank you by the way, it was very much needed." You stated twinkling your fingers his face. "I figured I'd give it a shot," you shrugged intentionally running your hands over your body, "I wanted to see how it looked on me and honestly I think I made the best decision in my life, don't you agree?"

Purposely wanting his eyes to stay on you at all times, you stood up from your seat to give a little spin. It was slow and cruel as your hands roamed down along your sides to the band of your thong, fingers curling underneath the band to then hear them smack against your skin from the tight restriction. His eyes examined closely with a low hum in satisfaction at the sweet roundness of your ass cheeks.

"So, what do you think?~ You like it?" You chimed in a sing-song tone.

"Hm, I do," He draws you closer, your hands resting at the tops of his shoulders to feel his own squeeze at your sides and slowly draw lower, pressing you possessively against his hard torso. The tip of his nose brushes against your cheek, delicately planting kisses to your skin feeling how your flesh begins to heat up. He whispers into your ear "In fact, I love it on you so much, I just might fuck you in it."

You'd be lying if you said that wasn't your plan from the beginning. However, somewhere in your goofy mind, you didn't think it was gonna be this soon.

He kissing along your cheek and adventuring to ghost over your lips. He feels you lean into his embrace, reaching up on the tops of your tippy toes to place your delicate hands along his face, he engulfed every ounce of you.

With half lidded eyes, Jason watches how your lashes kiss at your cheeks, brows scrunched at the savoring taste of mint and chocolate on each other's tongues made you moan softly. With each peck, the kiss grew deeper and deeper. With needy intent, his fingers began to dig into your flesh, groping at the fat of your sides.

"God, you smell so good." He murmurs between kisses. Burning with desire, your heavenly intoxicated touch made it so hard for him to detach from you. It left him breathless, forgetful and completely immersed in the presence of you.

It was the kind of intoxicated that made things feverish and desperate, lips feeling more like petals as they move in sync with his. Intoxicating to the point you had him grunting lowly, growling a little as he starts to become greedy.

Everything moved so swiftly as he laid you on the couch. His massive body proceeding to loom over you. You giggle as he tries to follow in pursuit, smiling a little while he leaves a trail of kisses up the navel of your torso.

Laid beneath him in a vulnerable state, your hands were above your head feeling breathless and overwhelmed. You couldn't process everything at once as you felt like the predator had caught its prey in one go.

You observe how his large palms effortlessly veiled around the bust of your breasts. Squeezing them with a gentle yet firm grasp, his thumbs graced ever so gently over your nipples in circular motion. Attentive to the shaky exhale, he notices how your buds become swollen and hard. Taking one in his mouth, he sucks on it gracefully while he teases and pinches the other.

Although you were growing anxious, impatient and needy, you found yourself staring at the boxes of fruit.

"Mmph, jason?"

"Mm'yes baby?"

Your nipple pops from out of his mouth, going in to give the other a lick, he proceeds to leave more kisses down your navel. Mentally thanking God for every imperfect perfect flaw he had placed along your body.

"Shouldn't we...ah, shit...put the fruit away before they melt?"

Jason was too enthralled, in his own little world, to worry about that damn fruit. The way you were worrying your pretty little head over the littlest things had him chuckling wholeheartedly.

He was too bothered to say a word as he was preoccupying himself with your cunt. It looked like a beautiful sloppy mess after he pulled the thong to the side. To see your pretty little pussy glisten under the dim lighting, had his dick twitching in his pants.

"I don't want them to melt...if we...don't put them... Oh my god..." You gasp out of surprise when you feel something soaking wet and warm lapping at your cunt. Gripping onto the cushions, your body tenses as you grew a frown on your face. "Ooh Jason" He spots the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing altered and had grown rapidly.

He moans at the taste of you, closing his eyes to concentrate on the way you lingered on his buds. As large as his hands were, you felt comfortable in the warm callous of his palms. Holding your thighs wide open in place, Jason caresses your skin lovingly while he coaxes you in a deep trance, completely wiping your mind clean as you focused on the way his mouth maneuvered.

It left you speechless, surprised, mind blown, mouth gaped open at the wet muscle gliding between your folds and over your clit. You felt frozen in place, gripping at the cushions as you moaned his name in bliss.

"Fuck, you taste so good, baby."

Relentless and quenching for thirst, the more he inhaled your scent and continued to wallow in it, he found himself growing careless while he devours you.

Your arousal messily drips from around your thighs onto the sofa. You nearly clench your legs closed to the weird sensation of smacking, slurping, squelching and gushing from your pretty little hole.

As he latches his mouth around your lower lips, he dips two fingers into your heat. The vibrations of his grunts sends a tickling sensation to your clit. His other hand gripped your thigh steadily in place, feeling a surge of shivers go down your spine when you feel him pull away.

"Mhm, there you go, baby, that's it, just relax for me." He instructs, watching as your head lulls back in the armrest, shoulders slumped as you tug at the cushions.

"Focus on me. Focus on the way I make you feel, feels good now doesn't it?" You nod, humming in response. "Good...you always got your mind wondering about the littlest things, sweetheart." he chuckles observing how your body responds to him, hips bucking for more. "As much as I love you catering to me, tonight I just want it to be all about you. You deserve to relax, to feel good, you deserve to shut your brain off and let me take care of you. Let me treat you to something more soft and sweet. I wanna make sure you're at peace. You deserve to enjoy yourself, mama. You think you can you do that for me?"

You nod but he grunts in disapproval, "use your words, y/n, I wanna hear you say it."

"G-God yes, I can do that." You moaned.

Jason's fingers enter inside your leaking cunt, long and intruding, he thrusts them into your gummy walls. Feeling your sticky walls contract around his digits, he hums pleasing to her sucking him further in, each time getting deeper and deeper. Receiving a glossy shine from your arousal, he smirks moving forward between your thighs.

He takes charge effortlessly controlling and molding your body the way he wants. Massaging at your calves, up around your knees to your thighs where he skims his fingers down and over the inner parts of your thighs and around your hips.

The tips of his fingers reaches towards the curve of your breast, fondling and playing with your hardened nipples, he feels you start to move against him. His tongue thrusting in and out of you, you begin to moan loudly as you swivel your hips to match his pace.

"How does that feel baby? Feels good? Am I doing okay?" His voice grew an octave lower, deeper and raspier than before.

He was near the brink of wanting to ravenously eat you out the more he inhaled your essences. He felt your hands begin to tug at his hair and whine and whimper to the nibbling of teeth at your neck, tasting your perfume along his buds.

"S-So good, you're treating me so well." You stutter.

Groans and moans grew intense, finally giving in and throwing in the towel. Your body submits to the need of yearning, allowing him to stubbornly tend to your aching need.

He took his time appreciating, glorifying, worshiping your body and you as whole. He knew the right words to say, ones that made you feel bubbly inside. He knew how to make a girl feel special.

You always found yourself worrying about something or someone. You could never catch a break. You could never just take a breather for once. But that's what he wanted from you, for you to catch a break. To let someone else take the reins for once and just let you lay back and relax.

At some point you felt so weak and helpless emitting these pathetic whimpers as he slowly took his time to cherish you. But you couldn't help it, that's just how you felt, you were vulnerable underneath his care.

"M'gonna cum, Jay..." You stifled, arching into him.

"Mm, go on baby, cum for me." He instructs benevolently.

Once you release your final shakey exhale, your eyes fluttered close. Your lower abdomen churns and twists as if a knot had become undone, the rushing feeling of liquid exiting from out of your entrance spurts all over his fingers, a creamy substance coating them prettily.

"Mhm, there you go, baby. Such a good girl." He praises, licking your cum from off his fingers and down from your center. "Damn, you taste sweeter and sweeter every time." He murmurs, cleaning the rest of the mess you made before planting a kiss.

"Mm, off...please," you demand eagerly.

"Heh, needy baby?" He puzzles, pecking your lips repeatedly with an amused yet teasing tone to his voice.

"Very." You say trying to search for an opening any where in his suit.

"Okayokayokay! Hold on, love. Patience." He laughs prying your hands away from his body.

You watched as he strips of his suit, when he feels your gaze on him, he turns to you with a mischievous smirk, eyes filled with lust. "How you want it, baby?" He asks voice sultry as he kisses between your jaw and neck.

"Like this," you respond, pouting. "I wanna see your face."

"As if you don't see this face enough, every single day." Brushing his hair from out of his face, he groans to the feeling of his hand wrapped around his dick. Thick and long, precum protruding from his pink mushroom tip, you glimpse at the way his thumb begins to smear it around the tip and along his shaft, collecting salvia halfway, he slowly strokes himself off.

"When we have sex it's different. It's more intimate and sweet, gratifying even." You say seductively, biting on your lip.

Pussy beginning to ache and throb at the sight of him. Your delicate fingers draw south of your body like a magnet, gliding them between your folds, up and down and around your clit, you start to apply more pressure.

He notices you start to work yourself through, twitching in the palm of his hand, he glares over the way you handle yourself with such elegance.

Silky and sultry, he's vigilant to the way you moan his name, persuading him to come closer with just one single look.

Gradually with close and careful precision, the tip of his dick asserts itself inside you. Inch by inch, the girth of him painfully yet pleasing stretches you out.

Immediately groaning at the tightness, you praise him for the way he completes you, fulfilling every inch till he was half way in.

He fitted right on in like a missing puzzle piece clearing the void perfectly with the roll of his hips.

With a blissful sigh, your head goes back.

Welcoming the agonizing warmth through your body, your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. As you focus on the way he thrusts in and out of you steadily, slowly you try to adjust to his size, cursing underneath your breath, "F-fuck it's been too long. You're so big, baby." You whimper.

"I know, baby, I i know, just relax for me, m'kay?" he coos burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Danity hands running past his shoulders, the rippling effect of his muscles beneath your fingertips to then wrap your arms around him completely, drawing him closer.

Eyes fluttering shut the scent of his heavy cologne and gunpowder overwhelms you, traces of your kisses left on his shoulder and neck, your right hand moves towards the roots of his hair, curling around his silky strands.

Veiny hands brushing between the ends of your thighs to the roundness of your ass, your knees bend and legs open a little bit more for him to bottom out. His cock domineering into the dark enclosed space, he feels you pucker around the base of his dick, sucking him in deeper and deeper till he reached your pillowy cervix.

Your beautiful raunchy melodies grew louder and louder with every passing minute.

"Shit, Jay yes, right there."

Moaning his name repeatedly, his pace accelerates, hips starting to rut in rhythmic motion. Breaths bated, heavy grunts and cursing underneath his breath, he listens to you begin to wail as your nails dig into his skin. Skin slapping skin from the result of his hips pounding into yours, the continuous squelching of your arousal coaxes around your thighs with a fervor.

Nose ghosting over your pulse, he hums at the increase of your heart beat, lips placing a delicate kiss to the inimate space, he hears you start to speak gibberish.

"Fuck... I love you, I love you so much."

Without second thought, your words overflow like a fountain.

Joyously overcame with the idea of being adorned and desired from someone worth loving. You chose him out of all people, you chose him to be the love of your life.

And hearing those three little words slip from out of your mouth, made his movements go slow.

Eyes shot open and wide, he swears his heart just skipped a beat.

Flushed out of shock, his head stayed at the base of your neck. You, however, continued to hold him. Knowing that your words were gonna come off as unexpected and sudden, you didn't want to let him go, you weren't going to allow him to run away from the fact that the moments you've shared together wasn't all for nothing. That feeling that scared the living shit out of both of you was there.

Jason was terrified to say it. Maybe because he didn't ever want to run into the possibility of his lover being taken away from him? How his lifestyle is, he never had the problem of losing anything but when he met you, it was different. There was a chance, a possibility, that you could be gone in a blink of an eye. It was hard to fathom how someone, like you, could be so precious and yet so sweet, live in a world that was all dark and gloomy, his world, specifically. It didn't add up and didn't make any sense why you stayed with him after knowing what he does, after knowing about his messed up past and who his family truly was and what he was all about. How could you have stayed all this time?

There was silence.

You feel his head lift to give you a studied gaze, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs stroke at his scarred face.

He leans into your embrace, his forehead meeting yours, nose brushing against yours, his breath bated just as much as yours. This unfamiliar emotion growing deep within his chest made him suddenly shy, eyes flickering between yours with swollen gaped lips.

"It's okay, Jay, you can say it." You coerce in a hush tone, glancing between his orbs.

He completely melts into you, his gaze softening with grace and adoration.

"I love you, y/n," He utters, feeling his chest tighten. "I love you so much. I love you with fiber in my body. I love you to the point of living...to the point of death." His jaw clenched, swallowing hard. "Fuck... you make me feel so alive...I couldn't lose you to anything, baby, I can't...you'd be the death of me."

All you could do was smile and reach in to give him a sloppy kiss.

Like countless times before he proves himself right.

Without even telling you, you knew from the way he cared for you time after time again that he's always loved you and vise versa of course. You knew deep down inside he loved you from the start. It was evident in the way he kept engaging with you, there was consistency, constantly making effortless eye contact with you and attentive to you mentally, physically and emotionally. He loved you past your flaws. Equally, you both loved how you two just connected with a snap of a finger.

Even after this moment you were so sure of his promise-- his oath, that you were his one and only.

And after a few rounds of endless love making, intensive fucking and tainting each other's skin, Jason and you were tangled up on the floor with your backs against the couch. While opening the last bit of gifts, a polyester blanket covers your lower halves as you feed each other chocolate covered fruit and sip on some wine.

Aside from the necklace you'd gotten this morning, you received a pair of your favorite shoes. You've been keeping your eyes on them for awhile now. They were expensive as hell and you were just waiting for them to get on sale.

Jason, however, went ahead and bought them without hesitation. He also bought a couple of outfits to even complete the look. You'd receive a goody basket of all your favorite snacks, a big stuffed teddy bear and another vinyl to add to your collection.

For Jason, he was gifted another book from a vintage store, a brand new pair of shoes since the last ones were starting to get a little raggedy, two matching hoodies and sweatpants, and a recipe book that he had been meaning to get but completely forgotten about it.

When the boxes were all empty and red wrapping paper was all over the place, he noticed one more sitting on the coffee table by the half empty bottle of wine.

"I'm assuming this one's for me?" He points, cocking a brow at you.

You frown following his gaze.

"Oh shit, yeah, that's yours alright." You confirm stuffing your mouth with a gummy bear, propping your arm up on the couch and resting your head in your hand.

He chuckles with a shake of his head, reaching for the red heart shape bag and settling back down beside you.

You study carefully as he starts to pull the paper from out of the bag. Expecting to see the present right then and there, he scoffs when he lifts the box in his hand.

"What did you get me, woman?" He grumbles playfully, putting the bag and paper to the side.

"Open it and you shall find out." You state smartly drawing closer to him with anticipation.

The last gift you'd gotten him was a military dog tag, a locket with a picture of you and him inside it. It captured the moment when he had asked you to be his girlfriend in midwinter. Around the falling snow at a nearby park. There was a wide smile on your face when you had said yes. Jason was so nervous that day, he thought he was going to shit his pants.

Beside it was a silver sterling ring with gold edges around it and along the inside of it were the words "forever mine" engraved on it.

Although he wasn't the kind of person to lavish in jewelry, this was something worth showing off... aside from you of course.

He looks to you with gratitude, leaning in to give you a passionate kiss, you move half way. Your noses brush before your lips collide.

The lingering taste of pineapple kiwi from the candy along your tongue evolves in his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

Sucking the sweetness off your lips, his hand wraps around your neck, engulfing every sense of you as your mouths moved leisurely.

"I love you." He whispers once more, after parting from you.

Observing the sparkle in your eyes under the candle lighting, he notices the smile across your face grew wider, nudging your nose against his sweetly.

"I love you too, Jason. Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Masterlist | 𝕾𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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maliciousarcheology · 4 days ago

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Characters i think are definitely worth the hype they're getting and why! Spoilers so be VERY aware! 🩵

Also, if you disagree, pls lemme know why! I wanna know/see all the takes on these characters ☺️

They are such an adorable character! I do like how they give you space in their route when trying for love. I did find myself hurt a bit at their choices but it really comes down to respecting and accepting each other 💚

A cute, cuddly animal lover!! I will always help you out! Mateo is actually very sweet to the mc and to the other characters and their pets. A very cozy comfort character ✨️

Hector. Hector, my actual obsessive lover man. Every fucking word is like a wattpad fic that actually deserved light. Pls accept that you are JS A MAN ffs tho. Also, ik u have a tummy so pls, a peak physical form 😤

I didnt like him at first! I grew up around Elvis wanna bes. BUT he's a romantic and I'm such a fucking sucker for it 🚿

Give me this trash man. I know my type and I know I like em mean. You can have all my trash, even the trashy parts of my personality, as long as you stay the grubby man you are 😏

I'm not normally not into poly relationships. I like focusing on one partner at a time. But these two? Flawless. Kinda difficult to get their love route though but keep trying!! It is worth it. On the other hand, their bad route is js as fucking good to me ⚡️🥃

GIVE ME THIS FUCKING GLITCH. LET ME RUIN THEM IN EVERY WAY AND THEN LET THEM RUIN ME BY MAKING ME CLICK THE SAME REPETITIVE SHIT FOR 20 MINITES JS FOR ONE NEW CHAT OG ITS OKAY 🥺

Another poly relationship i did not expect to dig but hot damn, am I. Theyre funny and joke about you JS as much as each other 🤤

This is so fucking obvious. But lemme say one mf thing. Ppl saying he's a kid obviously did not grow up around emo mfs. I know 15 grown ass men and women who js look and act this way. It's weird that ppl are infantilizing him when every character in the game is a grown ass adult. Maybe the only route I will not willingly spoil 🖤

Some of yall will not agree and that's so okay. But pls note on her route, shes very aware people hate her and really only want to sexualize her. I stay friends with her bc shes genuinely such a fun character TO ME but I do get why others dislike her. Btw she is more than js her bazoongas 🍒

I only have one more part to this one tbh 🥰

#date everything #date everything game #lucinda lavish #date everything xxxshadowl0rd420xxx #skips date everything #curt and rod date everything #daemon date everything #eddie and volt date everything #cam date everything #johnny splash date everything #hector date everything #mateo manta date everything #mac date everything

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wyervan · 3 months ago

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Hello! How is your week going? :o)

I wanted to show you some of the sketches im doing for the kind of Star-centered-page

Alsoo I wanted you to talk a bit about star! whatever comes to your mind first about their hobbies, likes, relationship with Smoon, clothes or things like that (if you are ok with that)

I love to read your rambles, again!

Thank youu

The first sketch is making my heart ache 😭 It’s just so tender 🥺 I don’t have the words to explain how much these drawings mean to me.

You’re so amazing and sweet and cool. Thank you for asking about Star, giving me the space to talk about them and the AU in general. I have a hard time talking about these things without being asked to speak on it first. My first instinct is usually to tell myself “no one cares” 😬

But anyway, enof self-flagellation 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️.

Uhh, well, I’ll start with some bits I’ve touched on before—they’re in their 20s, live in a small apartment above a cigar shop, drive a real clanky Jeep. They’re dressing mostly in very casual masc 90s fits. T-shirts, tanks, jeans, cargo pants, hoodies. Obviously converse lol. Drawn to gamer, skater, punk and grunge aesthetics. Always wears a choker.

Their favorite band is Sneaker Pimps. Main hobby is gaming on their (original) XBox—Halo, Star Wars Battlefront, Counter-Strike. Star also owns a GameCube, a Game Boy, and enjoys a smattering of single-player action and adventure RPGs.

They’ve developed quite a skill for gamer trash talk, or at least are pretty good at dealing it back to the real sorta trash found over XBox Live in the 2000s. This aptitude for banter comes in handy for dealing with Moon’s snark 😝. Once Star realized that Moon doesn’t actually hate them (rough first introduction), he’s just kind of a rat bastard, their friendship becomes a lot of casual teasing and wisecracking. And friendly (but still cutthroat) gaming competition.

Star’s dynamic with Sun is a little different. They’re still a bit impish if Sun’s tryna play manager with them, or they think he needs to chill out. But really they just enjoy being around him. He’s eccentric, expressive, makes them laugh, and they can see how intensely he cares for the arcade and the people around him. I think Sun comes to see Star as a cheery but chill, levelheaded presence. Despite the joke-cracking, they’re kinda a “straight-man” next to Smoon’s eccentricities.

I go back and forth about how much of a solid backstory I want to give Star because of this play of them being a y/n self-insert character, or at least starting out that way. Both in the sense that the character literally started off vaguer in personality and history earlier in the AU AND even now, in that they don’t have a great sense of their own identity at the start of the story.

This feeling of existential listlessness, not knowing what they actually want from life—it’s what drives them to move out of their parent’s place. Just make a decision for themself, regardless of the judgmental eyebrow raising at that decision, regardless of all the “An arcade?! What about your degree?”

#my week was just fine~~ thanks for asking #went to a bonfire to make hotdogs and smores last night~~#thank u for coming to slasher au yap talk number 947 #dca slasher au #dca slasher au fanart #dca slasher au y/n #other’s art #ask #s+ tier #really tho saved these drawings to my phone immediately and showing them to people #cherish them #star is like ~70 to 80% me? but like cooler. but also still a huge dork #i do love them #and i have so many wips guh #but i do get embarrassed too #cause this AU sometimes rly be feel like:#‘see these two specimen right here? down so bad for this scruffy lil guy it makes them looks stupid’#like 🤨#and i call them specimens bc i want to put them in formaldehyde and study them 🧐

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bisexualiteaa · 2 months ago

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Angel Baby

Toshinori Yagi X F!Reader (fluff!)

Synopsis: Reader is a teaching assistant who works alongside Toshinori, little did he know, that your feelings for him were a little more than just the professional kind.

CW: mutual pining, AFAB, reader has hair, reader has an angel/biblically accurate angel type quirk, fluff, all the fluff, teacher x teacher assistant trope, no spoilers, use of Y/N L/N but not often, potential spelling/grammar issues

AN: Writer’s block has had the most AWFUL grip on me for so long oh my gosh 😭 please forgive me if this is trash, mha has been my latest hyperfixation and I’ve been dying to get SOMETHING out of my drafts so I hope this is any good, please enjoy! 🥺🫶

He never fully knew how to explain the way that he felt about you, it was too complicated, too taboo. Was it admiration? For the way that no matter how dire the situation, you always found a way to lighten it with your humor. Was it longing? Longing for the youthfulness you radiate that he once had himself, but now feels so long gone due to his injury and loss of One For All. Was it sympathy? For the fact that someone like you who was so young, so radiant, so full of potential was stuck as his teaching assistant rather than out there, working the streets and earning a name for yourself as an amazing pro hero. He had no doubt that if you had the chance, you’d become the number one hero in no time. Your attitude certainly made you perfect for the job. That bright, unwavering smile, that confident voice that promised safety and warmth so long as you were around. Was it nostalgia he was feeling perhaps? Because the more he thinks of it, the more your traits and qualities, as not only a person but as a teacher and a hero, remind him an awful lot of himself. Especially back when he was the symbol of peace. Hardworking, dedicated, selfless, ready to drop whatever it was you were doing to help someone in nothing short of a moment’s notice. Even the students looked forward to seeing you enter a room, watching them all light up with excitement as you would offer a kind “Good morning!” Or “Hello everyone!” When you would walk in, followed by that stunning smile and a polite wave. Hell, even Aizawa wasn’t such a grump when you were around, a small smile stretching to the corners of his mouth when you would walk in.

After a while however, and after talking over such hypothetical feelings in pure hypotheticals with Midnight, it hit him; his admiration, his longing, the warmth and familiarity you bring.

Was it love?

Could that explain it all? The fluttering in his heart that he gets when you beam that gorgeous smile up at him after complimenting him. That tightness in his chest when your perfume lingers by his nose when you stand close to him. The excitement he gets when he sees you bring him a bento box of food you’d cooked the night prior specially to share with him because he often forgets his own lunch. The way he walks onto campus with a brighter smile than even that of his signature All Might smile, looking forward to seeing you and working with you. Perhaps it even explained the way he’d get a little sad or disappointed when he doesn’t see you or you’re substituting or working alongside another teacher for the day. You two had great chemistry together, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the students and faculty, always noting that shared equally large passion for hero work and inspiring the students to be the best they could possibly be. It’s what made your classes together so fun. Even a few of the teachers started to pick up on the extra pep in his step since you’d started working at the academy. Oh no, was that it? Was this the explanation for it all? Everything was pointing to that being the answer.

Could anyone truly blame him for feeling this way though…?

No, it would be wildly inappropriate of him to make any advance on you. He had to be at the very least double your age, not to mention he was a coworker, a *superior* even! It would be creepy, unbecoming and just down right rude of him to stoop to that low of a level. He’s seen plenty of other staff harass you, listened to you express your disinterest and annoyance when they would try to hit on you or stare for too long. Even a few bold students have gone out of their way to throw disrespectful and flirtatious comments your way, he didn’t want to be another nuisance added to the list. Yet as the days carry on, he’s noticed that it’s only become harder and harder for him to keep these feelings and this realization at bay. However in that time, the line between your acts of kindness and the possibility of them meaning more began to blur. After all, he was the only one you’d bring lunch to or bake for, he was the only one you’d share the privacy of your lunch hour or dinner time with. You went out of your way to remember his birthday, brought him gifts for holidays, memorized his favorite meals and drinks, you’d even partake in a cup of tea with him when he appeared to be lonely. Perhaps he was looking too much into it, after all who’s to say that maybe you did that because you were simply just that kind. Yet something about it all felt strangely intimate. Was he overthinking it? Gosh, what was a man to do? He couldn’t rely on speaking to fellow teachers about it, especially not Midnight anymore, because now she never stops pestering him wanting to know who it is. He knew that if he were to say, that would only land him in even more trouble, and heaven forbid he ask any of the students, he would never hear the end of it from them either.

It was one evening after school when it all changed, he’d never forget that day for as long as he’d live. It was a Friday evening, the last day of school before spring break was to commence. Wind blew through the air, giving it a pleasant coolness to counter the harsh rays of the sun that was just beginning to set against the horizon. The cherry blossom trees around campus were in full bloom, their petals falling any and every which way the wind could possibly carry them, littering every sidewalk and staircase with their beautiful pink color. It was as he was walking out of the school that he saw you sitting on a bench, almost looking as if you had been waiting for someone. You gave a bright smile as he came into your view, waving to him as he drew nearer. “Toshi!” You called out to him, making a smile immediately stretch to his lips as he came over to see you. He truly had no idea the sun could paint you with an even more ethereal glow than you already had about yourself. The wind billowing through your hair, cherry blossom petals falling all around you as you smiled so sweetly up at him. He swore his heart stopped in that very moment, gazing upon you like you were the finest work of art. “Don’t tell me you were waiting for me” he asked, the sides of his lips upturned slightly as he rested one of his hands in his pocket with a bag slung over his opposite shoulder. “And if I was?” You asked playfully, making him chuckle. “Then hopefully I didn’t keep you long. If I’d have known you were waiting, I would have finished grading a lot sooner” he answered, placing his free hand on the back of his neck with an apologetic look on his face, making you chuckle. “Only you would decide to work when we should be celebrating some much needed time off, Toshi” you joked with a giggle, make a heat rise to his cheeks at your observation but at the absolutely *adorable* sound of your giggling. He’s heard you laugh before, never had he heard you giggle. Now he was finding himself wanting to do anything to hear it again. Crap, he was definitely down bad. He rubbed the back of his neck giving a flustered chuckle as you stood up. “I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner together! Don’t think I didn’t notice that you skipped lunch today” you said, peering up at him with almost a motherly look, your hands on your hips as you looked up at him, making him chuckle a little. It was a cute look on you. He never wanted you to fuss over him, never wanting to add anymore stress to your already full plate, but he couldn’t help but feel warm knowing that for once, someone had his best interest in mind. “Your observation skills never fails to surprise me. Can’t sneak anything past you, can I?” he asked making you giggle again, swearing that it was music to his ears. “No sir you can’t, got eyes everywhere” you joked, making him laugh at your response. With the way you could spot the students misbehaving behind you, or seeing something even he couldn’t see, he almost believed you. “Well, what’dya say?” You asked kindly, looking up at him expectantly and with excitement, waiting for him to answer.

As if he could ever bring himself to say no to you.

The walk to and from the restaurant was a blur, he remembers talking about small, very trivial things as you both walked together, but where the memory really begins is when you guide him up to the roof of a building. “This is my little hideaway! Sometimes I sit here and watch the sunset after a long day or just come here and enjoy a good meal and the fresh air. Has the best view the city’s got to offer” you said and he could concur, seeing you stand there with a thin translucent bag of bento boxes in hand, the breeze once again blowing through your hair as the sun now painted the sky a bright reddish orange. In that moment he couldn’t help but bring out his phone to take a picture, he’d been needing to update your contact with a profile picture. Nothing was more fitting than this very moment, little did he know he’d thank himself in the future for taking that picture. “Beautiful…” he said breathlessly, looking upon you with such awe, as if he couldn’t believe that you were standing before him just now. Little did you know, he wasn’t talking about the view. You giggled once more before grabbing a blanket from your bag to sit down on. “Isn’t it? You’re lucky, I’ve never brought anyone up here. You’re the first person I’ve ever shared this quaint little spot with” you said happily as you looked up at him, watching him blush at your remark. Did you truly think him that special? Drat, there goes that pounding in his chest again and that feeling in his stomach. “Come! Sit and eat while it’s still hot” you urged, patting the ground next to you as you pulled everything out of the plastic bag, setting it all out for you both to enjoy. He was quick to join you, turning towards you as you gave a hum of delight and a cute little happy dance at the taste of your food. He couldn’t help but laugh as your cheeks were full, a slight flush rising to your cheeks as you realized you’d been caught in the moment before swallowing. “So good you could hardly wait for me to join” he commented, teasing you a little as you continued to eat instead of waiting for him like you usually do. “I was hungry!!“ you defended, making him give a whole-hearted, boisterous laugh. One that bubbled through him, making his eyes close and the small creases next to his eyes and at the corners of his mouth appear. It was genuine, one born of pure happiness, and you couldn’t help but sit and smile sweetly as you watched him in that moment. It had been so long since last you’d seen him happy like that, and your heart raced knowing you were the cause.

Ugh, could you be anymore down bad?

When you were both done with your food, you pulled out a small box wrapped in a red and white checkered cloth, tied with twine and into a beautiful bow on top. “Hope you have room for dessert!” You mused holding the wrapped up box out to him, his large hands cupping yours for a moment before taking it from you, leaving you both to blush for a moment before you smiled sweetly. “I hope you like it. It’s been a long time since last I baked but…guess you could say I’ve recently been inspired to pick it back up again” you admitted, that flush to your cheeks climbing up to your ears and making your face a little hot. “So if it sucks, don’t make fun of me too hard” you added with a chuckle, watching him open it up to see a slice of matcha cake with cream and freshly sliced strawberries in between the layers. It was so perfect he almost didn’t want to touch it. “You made this?” He asked, his tone astounded as he looked to you. “If it’s good, yes! If not, I got it from the convenience store up the street” you replied with a grin, making him laugh at your response. “It looks wonderful, I’m sure it’s delicious” he said before grabbing a fork to take a bite of it, and his assumptions were absolutely right. It was like a forkful of heaven. It was soft, fluffy and sweet, the strawberries keeping it from being too heavy, and it was cold, so it was perfect for the warmer temperature outside. “You’re amazing…” he replied so genuinely, making you smile excitedly before a flush came to his cheeks once more as he realized just exactly what he had said. “A-At baking! You’re an amazing baker!” he stuttered out, trying to “finish” his sentence despite meaning what he’d said, but he didn’t want to come off too strong. Your sweet laughter rang in his ears at his not-so-smooth recovery, but it still made butterflies settle in your stomach nonetheless. “Thank you” you replied kindly. “You’re amazing too, Toshi” you admitted fully, confidently even as you looked at him with a soft smile, making his brows raise slightly in surprise. “Thank you, for coming and sharing the evening with me. I’m…I’m really glad you came” you added, fidgeting with the long skirt of your dress. “I don’t know about you but…I really needed this” you finished, your tone for once sounding unsure, nervous even, nothing like the normally chipper and confident tone you always carry. “Me too” he replied in an empathetic tone, making you give a small smile his way before leaning your head against his shoulder.

Internally, he was panicking. What was he to do in this moment?

His heart was slamming against his sternum so harshly, so loudly he couldn’t help but wonder if you were able to hear it. Then you spoke, breaking him from his rampant thoughts. “Toshi?” You asked softly, his name sounding so sweet as it fell from your lips. “Yes?” He asked in reply. “Can I tell you something?” You asked, making him turn his head a little to look at you. “Of course, anything” he replied wholeheartedly, and it was true. He was your confidant just as much as you were his, always there to listen, offer you guidance and any help that he could. “I think I’ve fallen in love” you said, making his heart race even faster. “Oh! Well that’s wonderful, why say that like it’s such a bad thing?” He asked, trying to put up a happy front to hide the worry that was eating away at him deep inside. The worry that perhaps someone else had caught your eye, that someone else was the lucky one to hold your heart. “It’s not! It’s lovely but it’s rather…complicated” you continued, dancing around the truth for as long as you could, trying to work up the nerve to speak on your feelings. “How so?” He asked, earning a sigh from you that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in as you toyed with your skirt again. “Because it’s a coworker…technically a superior even” you said, making him worry his bottom lip between his teeth in anxiousness, wondering who it could have been. The only people you really surrounded yourself with was him, Aizawa, Hizashi and Nemuri. Could it be one of them? “I see how that may make things complicated” he added, contemplating whether he should ask his next inquiry or not, scared of what the answer could be. It would make his whole day to hear you tell him it was he who captured your heart, that it was him you were in love with. Yet it would shatter him all the same if you were to tell him someone else was the lucky person to hold your affections. It was quite the conflicting position to be in. “May I ask who?” He asked respectfully but cautiously, making you give him a breathy chuckle in response as you looked up at him. “Is it not obvious?” You asked with a playful grin stretching across your lips, making him look at you confused. “Well you only really surround yourself with the same four people. Am I correct to assume it’s someone out of us?” He asked, making you shake your head yes. “Is it Hizashi?” he asked once more, making you shake your head no, as he began to list the names of the teachers. “Nemuri?” He continued, watching you shake your head no once again and his heart began thumping with anticipation and anxiousness. “Aizawa?” He asked, making you shake your head no in response as you smiled up at him, hoping he would soon connect the dots himself. His eyes widened for a moment, and that feeling in the pit of his stomach let up, a buzzing jittery feeling beginning to consume him instead. Excitement, happiness. Thrill. “It’s you, Toshi” you answered so matter-of-factly, as if he should have known it all this time. Was he dreaming? There was no way you were actually in love with him, were you?

“Me?” He asked, sounding absolutely taken back at this new found information. “You sound so surprised about it, I thought it was pretty obvious. Aizawa and Nemuri dog on me all the time for it, I’m surprised they haven’t told you” you said with a soft, breathy giggle, making a flush rise to his cheeks that he hadn’t figured it out sooner and to hear that the others seemed to know about it before he did. So all this time, his suspicions were right. “I…” he started to say, not really knowing what he was going to follow it up with, he was rather speechless at the moment. What was he supposed to say? It had been so long since he’d taken his own heart into consideration, let alone since he’d stopped to ponder the thought of someone else doing so. “I never really stopped to think about it, I guess” Liar. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his blissful ignorance. “You never once stopped to think about the fact that I only bring lunch for *you?* That I spend most of my time with *you?* That you’re the only one who knows me so well?” You asked with a small grin, but your smile faltered a little upon seeing his face. “But…why me? Why not someone younger like the others? Someone more able?” He asked, genuinely seeming self conscious about this. “I’m…I’m hardly even a hero anymore” he answered, bringing a hand to his side where his injury was, making you turn to him. “Toshi…” you spoke softly. “That’s not true” you answered, bringing your hand to his. “You wanna know why? You wanna know what I see?” You asked with a smile, getting up and offering him a hand to stand up with you.

You held his hands as you walked backwards. “I look at you and I see a man that’s so passionate about what he does. Whether it’s teaching, or training, or hero work” you started, looking him in the eyes as you said every word. “I look at you and all time stops, my heart races…” you added, still slowly inching your way backwards until you were standing at the edge of the roof top, a smile on your face as the wind blew through your hair. You looked so ethereal like this. “You make me feel so happy Toshi, so free” you continued with a bright smile. “Like I could just…float on air!” You said before falling backwards off the roof, leaving him mortified. In that moment, he knew exactly what his successor felt the day he first met him, the way his body moved without a single thought, jumping after you without a care of if he would survive or not. You smiled up at him as he grabbed you, falling with you. “Are you crazy??” He asked, making you laugh. “Maybe a little, but just trust me!” You replied, making him look at you like you were mad as you both plummeted towards the ground. “What in the world were you thinking??“ he asked. “That you felt the same way if you jumped after me” you finally answered, watching his eyes widen as wings unfurled from your back, encircling around you both. In all the time he’d known you, he’d never seen your quirk before, you’d never spoken of it, but it all made sense. That glow about you, the way you were so incredibly warm and welcoming to be around, how nothing gets past you, it all made so much sense. You were an angel in every sense of the word. “You claim you’re not a hero anymore Toshi, but you were so ready to throw your life on the line just to save me. You’re someone I look up to every day, someone who inspires me, someone who makes me feel safe and happy. So I’d say you’re still a hero, and you’ll always be the best in my book, not as All Might, but as Toshinori. Because that’s the man I fell in love with” you confessed with a wide, genuine smile as you brought yourself safely to the ground with him in tow. He couldn’t believe you’d go through such lengths to show him how much you cared. But he had to admit, as crazy as it was, it was effective, because despite the adrenaline racing through his body, his heart felt full.

As your wings unraveled around you both, he looked at you with absolute wonder. Your wings were beautiful, you looked like the very definition of a hero. Someone who radiated peace, safety and warmth. You were breathtaking like this. Your smile lighting up your face like you hadn’t just fallen from the top of a ten story building, your radiant energy giving you almost a buzzing glow of pure happiness. He felt like a beggar standing before a goddess. What had he done to deserve this? To deserve you? He’d never know that answer, but he felt like the luckiest man in the world sharing this intimate scene with you now. He couldn’t help but wonder, was this what other people saw in him when he was in his prime? Was this how others felt when he arrived? When he would save them?

In that moment, he felt as his body once again moved before he could even think, only this time it was a bit different. He didn’t move in the way a hero jumping into action would. No, he moved in the way that someone in love moves, showing you how he felt in a way that words could never properly convey. After all, why describe the way he was feeling when he could show it to you? Before you knew it, his hands came to your hips, pulling you to him and into an electric kiss. You could barely contain your excitement, looping your arms around his neck as he dipped you, kissing you like it was the last thing he would ever get to do.

You smiled as you gazed up at him, a soft giggle escaping you like that of a school girl sharing her first kiss with her high school crush. “What?” He asked with a similar smile, a flush covering his cheeks as he looked upon you so fondly, for once paying no mind to the world around him. All that mattered in this moment was that he finally had you. His heart felt as if it may leap from his chest as he looked at you, seeing you give him that stunning smile and hearing you laugh as you stood there in his arms. “Nothing, I’m just…so happy” you answered, looking up at him with such love in your gaze, such wonder. What did he do to deserve this? To deserve you? “Oh yeah?” He asked, making you giggle once more as your one hand now rested against his chest, your eyes flitting between his and his lips. “How could I not be? I’ve had the most wonderful evening, and the most handsome man I’ve ever met is standing before me” You replied with a wide smile. “The only thing that could possibly make it any more perfect, would be if he was to kiss me again” you finished playfully, making him chuckle. “What kind of hero would I be to rob you of that wish?” He asked as he leaned in to kiss you once more, a giggle escaping you as he kissed you, feeling one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek as he held you close.

And that is his favorite memory of all time.

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anotherpopularityaspiration · 3 months ago

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share tankie headcanons plzz

MMMMMMMMMMMM I want you to know that you just summoned a monster

TW: ABLEISM

Gay and autistic, OF COURSE HE WAS.

He was diagnosed at an early age (maybe 3 or 4 years old?), mainly because of his problems socializing with other children and because he was not yet talking (among other things, of course).

← Lyla began to worry and insisted to Buzz that they get help. Buzz, being Buzz, thought it was Lyla's fault for "spoiling him too much" among other crap. It wasn't until a teacher insisted that they take him to a psychologist that Buzz agreed.

← Since then, Buzz has been OBSESSED with "correcting" his behavior. He would not allow his other children to be diagnosed. (They are all autistic and/or neurodivergent in general, including Buzz himself, but he would never admit it).

← Tank probably doesn't even know he's autistic. Buzz took it upon himself to hide it.

His love for ballet comes from his own mother (inspired by another post).

A theater-loving boy. Always sought to be the lead actor in school plays (he didn't make it).

He loves period pieces. BRO WANTS to be the Elizabeth Bennet of a Mr. Darcy.

Born to be a pink boy, forced to be a green boy 💔

← (he also likes green, but not military green).

Loves trash tv.

He is not very popular at school (and if he is, not for good reasons). People often talk to him or do group work with him because of his good grades, but no one wants to be friends with him because of his temper.

When he meet someone new, he desperately try to make them see that 'it's not as bad as they say'. Generating just the opposite.

← (TECHNICALLY this is canon. In his gba version he says exactly the same thing to the player when meets him)

His father instructed him in 'good music' (music that Buzz himself likes, of course). BUUUUUUUUUUT he's a pop boy.

← Probably loves Lady Gaga.

Technically this is canon x2 Collect maps.

He is ashamed of his first name because it is probably too cute and ridiculous. (I LIVE FOR THEODORE TANK GRUNT)

He has muscles but no strength (0 points 🥺💔).

Cannot ride a bike (me).

RIP Tank grunt, definitely would have loved AO3.

Johnny was his first gay panic. That's why it bothers him so much, because he was never able to face his father and be honest with his own feelings. It was a hatred of himself that he reflected on Johnny. Johnny was probably interested in him too, but Tank never apologized (during his teenage years), and anyway he already had Ophelia, whom he loved and, well, she does treat him well.

He always knew he was gay. But he always felt guilty about it.

I don't think Buzz has inflicted religious guilt on him or anything, but he's definitely overtly homophobic against him (and Ripp).

Buzz got him into the military to keep him from being gay and effeminate (because of course putting your son with a bunch of muscular men won't make him gay). Plus he's the older brother, he's bound to suffer with the burden of carrying on his father's legacy whether he likes it or not.

he would often sneak his mother's makeup. Buzz always found out.

Buzz gave up on that topic because Tank just wouldn't stop doing it. So he decided to teach him military camouflage. And, well, it worked. Tank doesn't quite like it but it's a good excuse to get some makeup on his face.

← He also won't call it makeup anyway. It's "sophisticated military camouflage" and he'll get mad at anyone who denies it. It's the only way he doesn't feel guilty for doing it every day.

Maybe a cat guy, I haven't decided yet (Maybe smaller animals? He grew up with fishes anyway)

It is the only one that does most of the cleaning. Ripp is too lazy and Buck is too little (although he is the neatest of them all).

WELL, THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY. I HAVE 4% HEHEJEHE :333

#ask #tank grunt

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ivysangel · 10 months ago

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hiya angel,

would you be willing to expand on dean winchester + sweaty motel sex? 🥺

xoxo sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

sunnie, for you, i'm willing to expand on ANYTHING

i'm thinking about being holed up with dean all weekend and having a fuck bunny marathon. nothing but having sex, watching shitty tv in between rounds, and eating vending machine snacks to give you guys the energy to keep going.

he's fucking you into the mattress, pushing your head deep into the pillows while he takes you from the back…and the front…and the side…and really any way he can twist you (because it's both amusing and arousing to him to test your flexibility). if the shitty motel pillows weren't flat before, they definitely are now, and at some point in the midst of all the gripping, and pounding, and scratching, and biting, they get thrown to the ground and aren't missed in the slightest.

the dim, flickery lighting of the room reflects off his sweaty back, muscles flexed while you drag your nails down his back, and he groans in response because, let's be so for real right now, he's a groaner through and through. a grunter too. really, any sound he makes during a fight sequence is one he also makes during sex.

he wants to let you know that you make him feel good, but i think he leans more toward degradation. his deep, raspy voice flips between praising you and reminding you how easy you are. he keeps you on your toes because you're never entirely sure what he's going to say next, but you do know it's gonna make your pussy even wetter.

(i got carried away with my general dean sex headcanons like omg let me get back to the motel concept…)

the room is small, but he insists on "getting his money's worth," so he fucks you on both beds and also in the shower, and on any chairs, tables, couches, or countertops that are at his disposal. like he said, he's getting his money's worth.

it's dirty and grimy, and at no point during the weekend are you truly ever clean, not even when you're in the shower, and he's treating the soap like body oil, rubbing it into your skin and admiring how the water glides right off you. the sex haze keeps you from caring about anything other than getting off, and it's incredibly convenient that dean is also right there with no thoughts other than getting his dick wet.

by the end of the weekend, when you're both out of the sex haze and thinking clearly again, the motel room is in complete disarray. the smell of sex lingers in the air, used condoms sit piled up in the trash, and sheets are clinging to the beds for dear life.

he leaves a tip in the room for whoever has the misfortune of cleaning up, and leaves a note telling them to refrain from shining any blacklights in there for a while.

#★ dirty laundry ★#★ sunnie ★

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crescencestudio · 11 months ago

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I never expected this to be possible but I think I adore every single LI in this game. Typically I have an interest in 2 or maybe 3 at best. But this game? I really want to do all the routes and not JUST for story, but for the people themselves. Could I get some cute facts about them as partners to our MC? Do they have preferences for MC types or dates?

WWHHHAAATTTTT 😭😭😭😭 that's such a compliment anon WAH thank you so much!!!!!!' 😭 literally the biggest compliment a dev like me could receive 🥺😭💖

✨ LIs as Your Partner

Kayn: very domestic. likes to do chores for you to make your life easier--does the laundry and folds ur clothes, takes out the trash when it starts getting full. it's little things but it gives u one less thing to worry about nonetheless. likes dates where you get to just talk; he loves talking with you, even if it's simple convos like about your day or the new episode of a show you watched

Druk: always looking out for you. makes sure your glass of water is always full, puts his hand on your head when you pick something off the ground so you don't bump your head on something when you stand back up, etc. likes dates that are more active like hiking, going to the arcade, mini golf, etc.

Fenir: gets into your hobbies. so if u like gaming, he'll pick it up for you. if u collect things, he'll look out for stuff u can add to ur collection (like a figurine collection, vinyl collection, plushie collection, etc.). likes quiet dates--quiet, candlelit dinners, picnics at sunset, etc.

Etza: leaves you sticky note messages like "good luck on your interview today!" or "made some soup for you--it's in the fridge," or even a simple "happy anniversary" if they're not able to greet you on the morning of ur anniversary. likes dates where you can work together like cooking, building legos or some other kind of craft, etc.

Kuna'a: absentmindedly seeks your touch. holds your waist when you're walking, runs their fingers along your shoulder or legs or whatever's near him when ur sitting next to each other, etc. likes dates that are visual in nature, so like museums, aquariums, botanical gardens. idk rly likes to see new sights w u!

Aisa: gives you little gifts that remind them of you. you'll just be talking while walking outside, and you'll turn to see them with a flower in their hand that they picked from a nearby bush. or they'll come home with a little trinket bc it was cute and reminded them of you. likes dates where you can just relax in each others company--catching up on a show together, doing ur own hobbies next to each other, just being in each others presence!

#alaris #asks #anon #fenir #etza #kayn #druk #aisa #kuna'a

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psychokatrixxxy · 7 months ago

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Based on a post from @jupiterliketheplanet

Tags for my amazingly supportive mutuals @valdeswan @theacemagpie

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Noise.

Deafening noise.

That's the last thing Matthew Murdock remembers. A sharp piercing noise that his heightened hearing had no problem picking up. It was deafening.

Matt remembers covering his ears, but it did nothing to alleviate the pressure building in his ear drums. His cowl feeling all too tight.

The ground was hard and cold, providing no comfort. When did he end up on the ground? Did he fall? Was he already on it?

The pressure lessens, as does the noise, now just a faint ringing in his ears. Matt can finally hear his surroundings again. Sirens are blaring somewhere in the distance.

Breathing in the air is heavier. The taste of chemicals is heavy on Matt's tongue. New York's air has never been this bad, Hell's Kitchen's air has never been this bad.

Something's wrong.

Matt jumps to his feet only to fall forward, bracing himself on a brick wall, his legs feel weak, and the ground unstable.

All of his senses are screaming at him. Everything is wrong. It feels wrong, smells wrong, and tastes wrong.

Where the hell am I?

Think, what happened…

As Matt tries to recall the events that lead up to the horrible noise and ending up here, he draws a blank. The memories aren't fuzzy, they aren't fractured. They aren't there. Whatever happened, however Matt ended up here, where ever here is, he can't remember.

But that's okay. Of course it's okay, he's Matthew Murdock, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's, the Daredevil.

Breathing deeply, Matt focuses on his surroundings. The metallic scent of blood assaults his senses. Using one arm to keep himself standing, Matt uses his thumb to wipe away his blood. Broken nose, great.

By the way sounds echo and the stench of trash, Matt must be in an alley. The brick wall under his gloves is ruff. The comforting pressure of his cowl rests over his head, no longer feeling too tight.

So he's suited up, depending on where he is right now that could either be a good thing or seriously detrimental to figuring out where he is and what happened.

Other than the fading pain in his head and his broken nose, he doesn't seem to be too injured. And the pain in his head is hopefully just from that noise and not a concussion.

I need a plan.

Step 1: Find out where I am.

Step 2: Get home.

….Perhaps he does have a concussion. That's fine, nothing Matt hasn't handled before.

Matt pushes away from the wall, staggering slightly as he finds the fire escape. From the rooftops it will be easier to survey his surroundings and listen in on conversations below to get an idea of where he is so that he can make it back to Hell’s Kitchen, and his apartment.

Making his way up to the roof of what seems to be an abandoned six-story apartment complex without much trouble, Matt perches on the ledge, straining his ears to pick up on the sounds surroundings him. Sounds should carry easier up here than down in the alleyway, the smaller space making it harder to distinguish the direction sounds come from as they bounce off of walls and muddle together.

Up on the roof top, sounds are clearer. And they seem to be the only thing clearer. Somehow the stench of chemicals in the air seems worse than down in the alleyway.

Along with the chemical scent is the smell of rain, a warning to those unfortunate enough to find themself out and about to find shelter from the coming storm.

But before Matt can even begin searching for a suitable place to seek refuge from the approaching storm, a familiar sound causes him to jump into action.

A cry for help.

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Sorry for it being so short for a first chapter, but school has been killing me lately. Please forgive me 🥺

Edit: link to fic in comments

#kat's library #paint the city red #matt murdock #matthew murdock #daredevil #team red #team red in gotham #dc x marvel #marvel x dc #batman

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teasemates · 8 months ago

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something that the other does that is a pet peeve of yours (preferably a funny annoying rather than this pisses me off so much!!)? but also, since i don't want to just be negative!! something that the other does in general or for you that makes you glad that they're your room mate?? 🥺 e.g. making you a cup of coffee every morning without being asked etc etc etc

Steve: *rubs his chin, slowly grinning* Funny annoying...Yeah I got one. He often forgets his keys and then he stops by at my work ”for a coffee” but then in the end there's “can I borrow your keys, I forgot mine”. And that's fine. But then sometimes he hasn't brought back my keys and he's not home when I get off work, so I can't get in. *laughs* Luckily Robin lives just a few blocks away, I can always wait there.

Something nice... *looks at Billy, smiling* We laugh a lot. There's never a dull day here. It would be so much more boring to live with someone else.

Billy: *laughs, shaking his head* Hey, I’m not forgetting the keys on purpose, alright? *grins* But yeah, I guess that’s fair. *chuckles* But come on, that’s what roommates are for, right?

*leans back, crossing his arms, smirking at Steve* Pet peeves... Honestly, what gets me sometimes is that Steve doesn’t always think to help out around the place unless I say something. Like, I gotta tell him, “Hey, man, maybe take out the trash” or “Could you clean up this mess?” It’s not like he’s lazy or anything, but it’s just... I’m used to people knowing they gotta do their part without being told.

*leans back, rubbing his neck* It’s kinda how I grew up, y’know? At home, you just did things—no one had to remind you. So when I’m the only one picking up or making sure the place isn’t falling apart, it gets to me. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind doing stuff around here. I just don’t wanna feel like I’m the only one keeping the place together. *smirks and chuckles, glancing at Steve* I know Steve’s not doing it on purpose, and that’s why I don’t get mad. But sometimes it’s just... annoying having to say it all the time.

*glances at Steve, expression softening* Something that makes me glad to have him as a roommate? *pauses, thinking for a second* I gotta say, we’ve got a good thing going here. He’s always there to joke around, and he makes the place feel... I don’t know, lighter. *shrugs* We’ve got each other’s backs, and it makes living together way easier. *chuckles, nudging Steve with his elbow* And yeah, like he said, it’d be boring as hell with someone else.

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This is Billy’s and Steve’s Onlyfans RP account. Billy and Steve are “running” the account, the team behind it is Aggressiveviking & Suometar. Feel free to play into or out of the rp in any way you like, all interactions are welcome 💕💕💕

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #asks #answered #billy x steve #steve x billy #rp account

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katyspersonal · 8 months ago

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you would be alot happier if you got off tumblr/fromsoftware games discourse btw

I would be a lot happier if normies like you stopped infesting the fandoms. No, in all seriousness, I have no sympathy for people who think caring strongly about their interests and creativity and community and wanting the fandom to stop being toxic is some terrible thing.

Fandoms are primarily for autists, geeks, nerds, cringe weirdos, loosers and other people who could not or did not want to find happiness in the routines of real world, not for normies who just cOnSuMe CoNtEnT in their spare time or advertise themselves. If you think being a fan and being in a fandom is not about strong passion and investment, fine, but then you are a GUEST in fandoms as a concept, not the PURPOSE of them. And if you think that getting angry at seeing people mistreat each other over headcanons and preferences and not wanting them to kill down others creative spark before it could become a fire over petty snobbish reasons is something "wrong" that I should "overcome", then YOU should be the one to get out of the internets, because clearly you are on the "but people in the internet aren't real humans and nothing that happens here is real 🥺" side.

I am irritated because humans are irritating, not because I am using Tumblr or like Soulsborne. When I am at work or other place IRL, I likewise scold people for being unfair, and if you bothered learning more about me before sending your stupid passive-aggressive message, you'd know that I've gotten into literal fights at my work because when others put up with dumb shit our coworkers did for the sake of avoiding extra stress, I called them out. And they didn't take it well because they were drunk and aggressive people in general. Also a recent funny situation was when a customer started to boast to his friend about using AI "art" and training it to basically make scripts and videos for him requiring minimum effort, on his words I quote, "I like creating so much" I straight up interrupted my work to scold him for being just a lazy thief, "loving creativity" so much that he did everything in his powers to NOT create and parasiting on hard work of other people. Then I call my mom to argue about artistic desicions of directors of the movies she unfairly trashed because of her very narrow idea of what makes "good art". Do you see it? That the real life is not some safe haven from the internet?

I am "unhappy" because someone does or says dumb shit that isn't fair and then people like you wish people like me were silent about it and this is what society stands on and will always stand on. I am just a person like this. And the question of how I am not fired and nor even got a trouble from my boss goes into the same place as the question of why you bothered sending me a passive-aggressive anon if you by your own admission don't think anything about "fandom discourse" deserves any attention. Just block me to not see my rants and go back in your circle of fans who apparently feel superior over "not caring". Hypocrite.

#ask replies #personal #also if you ARE one of those malenia fans I vagued that'd be extremely hilarious #because it would prove my point about them turning tail when someone disagrees with their behavior #they will go after other fans throats and when those fans talk back they go 'wow wow its just characters calm down'#oh so NOW they're just characters and not someone worthy of bashing and bullying people over?

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elementaldoughnut12 · 3 months ago

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My beloved friend DN, I'm here with a humble request.

After my recent thoughts about Punk shaving his belly, I've been wondering how much happier he'd be if he didn't have the pressure of parading around practically naked anymore. He could let his body hair grow, eat what he likes and accept that he's balding a bit and that's ok.

Since retirement au's are a specialty of yours, I can't think of anybody better to bring this to life. Please? 🥺🙏

"Pray To Aphrodite"

*contains sexual acts, CM Punk*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess

Chicago was always known for its constant rainy days. Hell, it rains twelve days out of every month! Today was no different as the sun was hidden by clouds and raindrops beat against the window. Most people would think it's scary but not for CM Punk. The sound of rain was like music to his ears while the coolness of the weather felt good for his tired old bones. He was woken up by his dog, Larry, licking his hand.

“Alright boy, I'm getting up” Punk mumbles as he opens his eyes. He looks at the alarm clock on the bedside dresser and sees it's 5 am. “You like waking me up at the ass crack of the morning don't you?” He asks his dog quietly so as not to wake up his husband. Punk looks over his shoulder to see if Drew is still asleep before he makes his move. When Drew is indeed asleep, Punk then gently moves his husband's arm from around his waist.

The action causes Drew to groan and roll over in his sleep. “Big guy can sleep through a thunderstorm” Punk says jokingly as he gets out of bed. He walks out of their bedroom with Larry trailing behind him. He makes it to the kitchen when he sees Drew's cat, Toby, sitting right beside Larry. “Lemme guess, you want food too?” Punk asks, Toby meowing in response. “Of course you do, you fucking turkey” Punk says with a laugh as he goes to one of the cabinets.

As he reaches up to grab the cans of food, he feels a sharp twinge in his arm. “Shit” he hisses under his breath as he holds his elbow. Punk feels both pets rubbing against his legs to comfort him. “Daddy's ok guys, just need a minute” he says as he grabs some water and a bottle of pain meds. Even after sixteen years he still feels the effects from injuring his arm. He downs the pills with water. While he waits for those to kick in, he grabs the cans of pet food from the cabinet.

After feeding the pets, Punk decides to grab a pudding from the fridge to enjoy. He used to not be able to enjoy stuff like this due to the strict diet restrictions at work but after years of dealing with it, he just started ignoring them and enjoyed himself. He's sixty years old, he's allowed to eat pudding! He grabs a spoon and leans against the counter as he enjoys his treat. “Fuck, this shit is so good” Punk says happily as he watches it rain outside.

While he enjoys his snack, he looks down at it and realizes something. “Holy fuck, I'm eating an old man food” Punk says as he continues eating in silence. He throws away his trash and lets out a yawn. “Being old fucking sucks” he says to himself as he walks back into the bedroom. Punk stops when he walks in front of the full length mirror on their wall. He just stands in front of it and looks at what time has done to him…

His hair and beard have finally gone fully gray. He still has that tiny bald spot in the back that he used to be so worried about. He's learned to love every part of himself over the years and bald or not, Drew is still gonna love him regardless. His body still looks fairly the same minus he's more softer than muscular these days with some parts of his body losing the battle with gravity. He stopped using razors years ago so now he looks like a walking carpet. The only time he shaves is when he trims his beard or cuts his hair.

He even grew out his stomach hair again because everybody loved it when he had it for some reason. He mostly did it for Drew though because his husband admitted loving when Punk was a hairy guy. So now his body is covered in gray hair. Speaking of Drew, the biggest change was the silver band on his ring finger which matches Drew's black one. It's hard to believe that he's been married for sixteen years, especially to a guy he thought was his worst enemy. Yet, they both grew up and realized that what they thought was hatred was actually hidden feelings that turned into something beautiful.

Punk has been happy with Drew ever since. He just smiles as he continues looking at his wedding band, not knowing that someone else was awake in the room. He feels hands gently grab his waist, causing Punk to gasp. He looked up and it was Drew himself. Time has taken its toll on Drew as well with some parts of his body being softer and his hair going gray in some places. He's fifty-four and still looks built like a statue. Punk can't believe he's this lucky.

“Babe, come back to bed” Drew mumbles, voice rough from sleep. “In a minute Drew, I was just looking at something” Punk says quietly. Drew looks at Punk through the mirror and smiles. “You look like Aphrodite” Drew says sweetly which confuses Punk. “What are you talking about?” Punk asks as he looks up at his husband. “Aphrodite was the goddess of beauty and that's what I'm looking at right now” Drew explains, causing Punk to blush. “Now you're just delusional” Punk says, causing Drew to smirk.

“Maybe I am, but isn't that what most followers are?” Drew says, causing Punk to whimper. “Follower?” Punk asks quietly as Drew presses himself against him. “You always told me to pray to you, so let me show you how devoted I am to you my beauty” Drew says seductively as he starts kissing Punk's neck. “Oh fucking hell yes” Punk says as he turns around and kisses Drew. His husband then picks him up and drops him onto the bed. “I'll be right back” Drew says as he goes to the bathroom.

While Drew is in the bathroom, Punk grabs some Viagra from his dresser drawer. The only thing that fucking sucks about him being old is that his cock barely works. Thank God that Drew's dick still works though. He pops the pills into his mouth and swallows as Drew comes back into the room with a bottle of lube. His husband shucks off his boxers as well as Punk's and crawls towards Punk on the bed.

Anytime Drew towers over him, he feels even smaller than he already is. He looks down and sees Drew's cock is rock hard and dripping. The thought of that being inside him has Punk getting hard right off the bat. “You look so beautiful under me right now” Drew says sweetly, causing Punk to blush even more. “S-Shut up!” Punk stutters, causing Drew to laugh. “Always so stubborn but you make up for it with your beauty, I love that about you” he says as he roams his hands all over Punk's body.

Punk stays quiet as Drew squirts some lube onto his hand and slathers his cock with it. “You ready for me to show my devotion to you, Aphrodite?” Drew says as he aligns his cock with Punk's hole. “Please” Punk says desperately as Drew leans in and kisses him. He moans during the kiss when Drew goes all the way inside his ass on the first try. The stretch always feels so welcoming to Punk, it's like losing his virginity all over again. “You feel so good around me love” Drew says sweetly as he starts slowly thrusting.

“You feel good inside me, sometimes I forget how big you are” Punk says with a moan. “Only the best for my goddess” Drew says affectionately as he smothers Punk's face with kisses. “Don't stop calling me that” Punk admits which delights Drew. “Someone's got an ego” Drew says teasingly as he starts thrusting faster. “You've known that for a long time you smug asshole” Punk says as he grabs onto the sheets as leverage.

“Stubborn, mouthy and beautiful? The perfect package!” Drew says as he continues pounding into Punk's ass. Punk isn't necessarily tight down there these days but somehow his husband makes him see stars every time. “You're so tight for me goddess” Drew says with a groan. “Don't lie to me Drew” Punk says as he lets out a loud moan, Drew finally beating on his prostate. “I only speak the truth beautiful” Drew says as he starts nibbling on Punk's neck.

Punk whines from his aching cock being neglected. He wants to cum so badly but he knows that his husband will never let him jerk off. So he tries to hold on until Drew's ready to cum as well. Drew's constant assault on his neck is definitely not helping. His cock is steadily leaking precum to the point that it's made a little puddle around the base. “Drew” Punk whines as his prostate gets battered like a drum.

“Close?” Drew asks, Punk nodding in response. Drew just nods as well as he kisses Punk again. His husband thrusts into one last time, causing Drew to cum inside him while Punk cums all over both of their stomachs. Drew just lays on top of Punk as the older man plays with his hair. They enjoy each other's company in silence while listening to the sound of rain outside. “I love you” Punk says as he looks up at the ceiling. Drew gently pulls out and looks at his husband. “Love you too, Aphrodite” Drew says as he grabs tissues and cleans them both off.

“Yeah, you're definitely gonna keep calling me that when we're intimate from now on” Punk says, causing Drew to laugh. “Knew that would work on you” his husband says as he cuddles Punk from behind. “Yeah yeah it worked! Now go to bed! You wore my old ass out and I want cuddles” Punk says as he goes to sleep. “Whatever you say beautiful” Drew says as he kisses the top of Punk's head and goes to sleep as well.

#hope this doesn't kill you Thlayli #retirement au my beloved #punkintyre #drew mcintyre #cm punk #doughnut request #fic doughnut #daily doughnut

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