#literally ask me anything about them and i will tell you they are just. mmmmm. theater kids in love none of them can fall in it.

[theguardianace]

AROACE POLYSHO ???? SPILL SPILL SPILL TWLL ME ALL ABOUT IT PLEASE

AROACE POLYSHOW AROACE POLYSHOW THE GREATEST THING OF ALL TIME.

things of note that i think are fun.... nene and rui had major questioning phases pre-wxs about being aroace. i'd imagine nene being really confused why everyone around her seemed so interested in dating and romance and the whole amatanormative feel of dramatic media and such. it's in so many plays, and people get in so many shipping wars/draw suggestive art for games. it's hard to ignore as a theater kid and gamer. she didn't get it and felt isolated. she came across the term aroace online but had a hard time accepting that she might be that, but eventually silently embraced it. rui on the other hand knew full well he was not like other people. he's not the kind of guy who would pick and choose a crush that isn't there. being aroace and a middle/high schooler made him feel even more lonely and alienated from his peers. he agknowledged the fact he was aroace pretty easily, but it took him a lot longer to accept that isn't a bad thing at all.

emu and tsukasa had NO clue they were aroace. did not occur to them at all. emu had to be told it was a thing and she went "huh? OHHH THATS ME !!!! :D". skipped teh entire questioning/am i broken stage and went right to "hehehehehehe". (though other people don't believe her that often. emu is so full of love. how could someone like her not fall in love with other people? she's too young. she hasn't met the right person yet. it's just a phase. her siblings started off as ignorantly aphobic, but then realized the fault of their ways and learned.). my hc for tsukasa is a bit different than other peoples, but i am fully convinced he thought he was bisexual for teh LONGEST time. "guys and girls can both be good looking, so i must be bi! yeah the extent of my feelings is "they're cool" ... what do you mean that's not what a crush is". it was a shocking revelation to him that people actually want to kiss/have sex for real. he's accepted being aroace and actively embraces it, though he still feels connected to teh bi label. he'd like the concept of tertiary attraction and probably label as bi aroace, to honor both.

i like to think that tsukasa accidentally came out first (accidentally meaning he simply forgot to tell them and then was surprised when they were all surprised). emu was like !!!!! omg samsies and nene laughed and came out, too. wxs were the first people rui ever said the words "aromantic asexual" out loud to.

i personally think aroace polyshow never actually labeled themeselves as such, but BOY do tehy act like they're all married. they just care about each other soooooo much. its platonic its queer platonic its romantic its everything all blended together. if its them, they can do anything. with the shared knowledge of being aroace, they all also sort of feel more comfortable being openly affectionate, yknow? there's no risk of misinterpretation of intent- they love each other. they love each other in a way that they cannot describe and most people wouldn't understand. they are tied by their love of shows and their love of each other. emu is really physically affectionate and they all feel safe cuddling with her. rui lightheartedly flirts and half the time i dont think he even realizes he's doing it, the other half he's just trying to be silly. nene excels in the silent acts of love, making sure the stage is clean and there's always a few snacks backstage and honeslty just being there for everyone.

they have game night/sleepover every once in a while, usually during planning stages of shows. there's also a high likelyhood one goes to another's house at least once a week for some reason.

oh also they never do romance plays ever. it was a revelation tehy only came to after coming out. it just... never occured to them to do one. and now that they all know none of them can fall in love they actively try and avoid it. they've re-written fables to be about the power of friendship, or re-imagined the tale to the point romance wouldn't even be on anyone's mind. it's not a theme the audience ever picks up on, but at the same time they do? they don't realize the pattern but nobody ever comes out of a show with that interpretation. their shows are a hit every time, too. ("story" doesn't mean "romance", after all).

wonderlands x showtime isn't a romance. it's a love story.

[princessmaybank]

Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

[suzukiblu]

Burning

"Do we know who sired Todd's pup?" Pup Brother asks warily as he ferries back the nesting pillows just a little awkwardly. It takes him a few trips to get them all, but Jason doesn't mind. There's no rush.

"He hasn't said," Grandpa says.

"Surely we should inquire, then," Pup Brother says. "It seems . . . important."

"Damian, you and Bruce are literally the only people in this pack living with any kind of a blood relative," Loud Sister tells him wryly. "Except for Jason and the baby now, I guess. And also that is a super-rude kind of question to ask somebody who's in feral drop anyway."

"Well, they could be someone dangerous," Pup Brother grumbles. "Or a civilian, in which case they would need to be retrieved as soon as possible."

"Retrieved?" Little Brother asks with a frown. "Why?"

"They would not be safe outside the manor," Pup Brother says. "The sire of the first pups of our pack's next generation would be a valuable target for our enemies."

". . . okay, good point there," Little Brother mutters as he and Loud Sister both wince. "Uh, Jason? Who'd you spend your last heat with?"

"Mine," Jason says, contentedly fluffing the new layer of pillows in his nest.

". . . your what, exactly?" Loud Sister tries.

"Mine," Jason repeats, really more absorbed in the process of nest-building than anything else. They can talk once his nest is done, he figures. "My . . . mmmmm. My sun. And my arsenal."

"Please don't mean a Kryptonian when you say 'sun'," Little Brother mutters under his breath. "Or an assassin when you say 'arsenal'."

"I love them," Jason replies in satisfaction, and lays down another blanket. This one smells like Grandpa. It's so nice.

"Oh wow, Jason just actually admitted an emotional attachment willingly and in cold blood and without triggering the pit," Loud Sister says, her eyes wide. "Yeah, okay, we reaaaaally shouldn't have asked about the sire."

"No, Damian's right," Little Brother says, shaking his head. "This is important. They could be in danger. Or, uh, planning to attack us. Depending. Are your sun and your arsenal civilians, Jason?"

Jason laughs.

That's such a funny question.

"They're gonna burn down Gotham for me," he says dreamily.

"Not the most reassuring answer but noted," Little Brother says. "Are they going to burn it down with, I don't know, specifically heat vision?"

Jason laughs again.

"I'm just gonna call Kon real quick," Little Brother says, pulling out his phone.

"Isn't he an omega?" Loud Sister asks doubtfully.

"Yeah, but Supergirl's an alpha," Little Brother says. "And, relatedly, so is Power Girl."

Jason takes a moment to think about Power Girl. Just, like . . . as a person and everything. And as an experience.

He purrs.

". . . yeah, definitely call Kon," Loud Sister says, half-eyeing him for some reason.

Little Brother calls.

[siremasterlawrence]

Chef’s Kiss

Is it evil to agree to have dinner with my hot next door neighborhood daddy and his kids with an agenda of my own? Maybe my dear!However I am literally at the front door of his home taking a breath and then knocking on it hard. A few minutes pass as I hear feet shuffle to rush over and open it a firm and assured handshake is offered as I cross the threshold into his home and I know it is far too late to back out now.

“Hello! I made it”

“Great to see you! Lawrence”

“May I ask?

“Take a lead off and sit “

“I’ll get you some wine”

“Thank you! Perfect for me”

“What did you say?”

“I made these for you “

“Really! Oh sweet!”

“I’ll have some later “

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want to ruin my dinner “

“You won’t”

“I promise”

“Why are you ….”

“Yes!”

“You are right! I’ll have one”

“Correct! Sit down at your dinner table”

“Ok! Can’t wait “

“Actually on the couch”

“Eat as much as you want “

“I shouldn’t but heck”

“These smell so lovely “

“You are a confectionery genius”

“Having a moment here”

“Sorry! You should open a bakery”

“One day! God willing but for now eat it up”

I watch him dig into one cup cake like a tiny delicate treat tasting it like it is the most all inspiring and chef approved marvel of a cup cake on a level never seen before as his eyes are all a glow taking them in one by one of course. I left him to his station on the couch lost in a sea of sweats and love entering the kitchen I begin to look for a wine glass, uncork the champagne taking a sip as he munches on completely ignoring everything around him.

“Are you alone tonight or will we have company?”

“Just us bud”

“Perfect! Why don’t you finish the last one “

“With pleasure”

“I feel weird”

“How so?..”

“Light! Dumb! Drunk!”

“Can you tell me who you are?”

“Chris Lyle! Right? I think”

“You got it! Do you know where you are?”

“FUCK No! Who cares?”

“Do me a favor?”

“Why are you wearing a suit?”

“Dude! Hell no!”

“You are a bro man”

“I am about to go change “

“Yeah! Do that”

“Mwahahahahaha! As planned”

I knew it would take him at least a hour to change because he no longer can focus on anything in particular except for all of me it’s my secret ingredient simply put and you will love it really it’s my bodily fluids mixed in with my scent. While he trudges away his cellphone begins to ring alerting me to a text I receive, I reply back to not come home tonight because I need some time for myselfback and I get a smile a emoji form all of his kids like it’s the latest fad all do sudden any way I am getting side tracked.

The plane is halfway completed as I grab my got to bag placing it on the table slide the zipper down the side pocket to retrieve my phone, I swiftly connect to my cell to his speakers shifting through my playlist in my music app and I land on hypnotic tunes as I press play and raise the volume. It is a list specifically attune to my chemical make up so only someone who is connected to me will be affected, upstairs the minute the first track hit his ears the lights went out in his eyes and he began to undress and I take over the kitchen rummaging through his fridge I begin to prepare meal mixing spice made with my bodily fluids.

“Mmmmm! What is that delightful aroma?”

“It’s my spices I created”

“They are heavenly”

“May I help!”

“Sure Chris! Dance across the floor “

“I’ll slide”

“Someone is in a good mood”

“Never felt more alive “

“You are a great cook”

“Ok bro! Taste this for me”

“Oh Lord!”

“What? No good!”

“You have to sell this “

“Seriously! I think this is made with love “

“Blood sweat and tears”

“Literally!”

“Why do I feel attracted to you ?”

“You are straight right?.”

“I thought so”

“Kiss me”

“Mmmm! Oh fuck that! I love you Master!”

The end

[skyward-floored]

Hello! Tis me, the one that keeps showing up when you say you don't have ideas for DIAU. I love au^3s. I particularly love this one! Mmmmm angst. Hyrule angst is one of my favorites, so hehe on that.

If you're perhaps looking for a prompt—maybe because Hyrule healed Time that once, does he recognize the picture in the house when he finally escapes?

(...hmmm, Hyrule did escape. Are they looking for him? How hard does he have to hide? Could he go to the store with Malon sometime for groceries? Or out to a park? How badly socialized IS he?)

You know... I think he does recognize it. Maybe not literally the moment he arrives, but...

...

Sunlight warming his face was what woke Wind from his deep slumber, his eyes sticky as he dragged them open.

He laid there in his borrowed bed for several minutes, listening to birdsong outside his window as he slowly woke up. His arm felt a little sore when he shifted it for some reason, why...

The events from the night before suddenly flooded back, and Wind shot upwards, head spinning a little from the abrupt movement.

Right.

Last night they’d rescued Hyrule.

Or... Link, still. He didn’t have a nickname here yet.

Wind quickly rubbed his eyes and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Four in the bed beside him. His brother was drooling a little onto his pillow, hair a frizzy halo around his head, and Wind smiled, then fixed his blankets from where they’d fallen loose. Four had gone a little overboard with his powers yesterday, and was obviously still sleeping them off.

A prickle of worry stuck to Wind’s stomach as he remembered that the bad guys knew about Four’s powers now, but he ignored it, and went up from the basement they were sleeping in. All they knew was that there was an unregistered super out there. Four had had a mask on, so they didn’t know who he was.

Yet, a traitorous voice whispered in his head.

Wind shook himself and kept going up the stairs, hoping to find both something for breakfast, and someone to talk to. Nobody but Wind and Four had been seen when they’d helped Hyrule get out, but Malon had admitted their house wasn’t the safest place Hyrule could be. This was only a temporary hiding spot for now, and Wind wanted to know what they were planning.

Wind sighed, and walked into the kitchen just in time to watch Malon stick some bread in the toaster.

“Hey there Wind, good morning,” she said with a smile, though Wind couldn’t help noticing the dark circles under her eyes. “Is Four still sleeping?”

“Yeah, I think he will be for a while,” Wind said, sitting down at the table. “He was really tired after yesterday. Where’s everyone else?”

“Legend and Twi are talking upstairs. I think they’re going to try and contact Sky later today, see if he has any thoughts about everything, but their breaks are going to be over soon,” she explained, pulling some jam out of the fridge. “They’re figuring out timing.”

“And Hyrule?” Wind asked, then caught himself. “Uh, I mean Link?”

Malon’s face did something strange at the name, but then it went back to how it had been. “He’s been awake for a while, I think he’s looking around the house. Actually, would you mind telling him there’s breakfast available?“

Wind nodded, and hopped back out of his seat, snagging a glass of milk before he went into the living room.

He’d been prepared to be searching for a while, but Hyrule was standing only a few feet away in the middle of the room, looking at the pictures on the mantle that had caught Four’s attention when they’d first gotten here too.

Hyrule looked like he was staring at the picture of Time, and Wind quietly moved to his side, raising an eyebrow when he noticed the look on his face. He seemed to be studying the picture awfully intently.

“Um... good morning,” he said, and Hyrule flicked an ear at him in response, leaning even closer towards the picture. “Is... everything okay?” Wind asked again when Hyrule didn’t say anything, the other boy still just staring at the picture, his eyes wide.

“Who is this?” he asked after a long moment.

Wind glanced behind him, making sure Twilight and Legend weren’t about to run into the room or anything, then sighed.

“That’s... Time. He... he was Twilight and Legend’s dad,” Wind explained in a soft voice. “He’s alive in me and Four’s world, but here, he... apparently he was killed a couple of years ago. I don’t remember exactly how long.”

Hyrule’s brow scrunched up, and he looked over at Wind, a weird look in his eyes.

“You’re sure?” he asked, and Wind nodded, a bit weirded out. Why was Hyrule so interested in this?

“I’m sure. It’s been at least three years, I know that. I don’t know how he died though, I just know he... did.”

Hyrule’s face scrunched even further, and he looked back at the picture, reaching out and thumbing a bit of dust off the corner.

“But that’s impossible,” he whispered. “I’ve met him since then.”

Wind almost dropped the cup he was holding.

“What?!”

“I met him once, I... had to heal him,” Hyrule explained quietly. “And time was hard to keep track of in there, but... it’s been less than three years, I know that. I definitely talked to the man in this picture, he was alive.”

Wind stared, stunned into complete silence, and Hyrule looked suddenly awkward.

“Sorry, is... is it a bad subject?” he said hesitantly.

“No, I mean, yes, but— how could he be alive?” Wind breathed.

They’re all so sure of him being dead, how could they be wrong about something like that? They’re still grieving, Malon nearly cried when we told her our Time was still alive, there’s no way any of them think he’s alive here, so how...

How is this possible?

Wind turned to look at Hyrule, and met his green-brown gaze.

“I need to know everything you remember about healing him,” he said seriously, not letting the hope trying to build in his chest get too strong. It could be a coincidence, or maybe one of them had the dates wrong. He couldn’t get too hopeful yet. “If... you don’t mind?”

Hyrule nodded. “I don’t know how helpful any of it will be, but I can tell you what I remember. If... if he’s out there somewhere, I want to help him,” he finished quietly.

“Okay,” Wind agreed, head still spinning with the possible implications of this. Could Dad really be alive here?

Another thought hit him though, and he gave Hyrule a hesitant look.

“...Can you not tell anyone else about this yet?”

“What? Why not? Don’t you want them to know there’s a chance their dad might be alive?” Hyrule asked in confusion.

Wind winced. Well when you put it like that... “I do, trust me, but if... if this ends up being a dead end, I don’t want them to get their hopes up for nothing.”

I don’t want to cause them more grief.

Hyrule let out a soft oh, then nodded, looking away from Wind and back at the picture.

“I guess that makes sense. I’ll do my best to not say anything. But I won’t lie to them,” he said quietly, and Wind looked at the picture as well.

Time faintly smiled back at them both, face eternally frozen in a warm expression.

“He wouldn’t want you to,” Wind replied just as softly. “Thanks, Link.”

Hyrule nodded, and Wind gave him a small smile as footsteps came from the direction of the stairs. Hyrule tilted his head, and Wind nodded at the unspoken question. We’ll talk about it later.

Twilight and Legend came into the living room, somewhat intense looks on their faces, but both of them softened when they saw Wind and Hyrule standing together.

“Hey Wind, Link. You guys sleep okay?” Twilight asked, and they both nodded, Wind taking a sip of his milk.

“Let’s go get breakfast,” Wind said as he lowered his glass, a whiff of toast drifting past his nose. “I’m starved, and your Mom said she had some fresh strawberry jam.”

“Really? Yes, I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get more,” Legend said with a small fist pump.

Hyrule’s stomach growled, and Wind grinned at him, even as he blushed at the noise. Twilight chuckled, and he headed into the kitchen, Hyrule and Wind following.

Wind paused in the doorway when he realized Legend hadn’t followed them though, and he looked back, swallowing as he saw Legend standing at the mantelpiece, looking at the picture of his father.

Legend looked back at him, and quickly smoothed his expression, brushing past Wind to head into the kitchen. But Wind had seen the brief flash of grief that had crossed his face, intense and deep.

And it was then that he promised himself he’d do everything he could to find out what had happened to Time.

[drummergetwicked]

Jason x Reader

Literally Dozens Of Us

(Or, Less Hoodies, More Chest Hair)

By Drummergetwicked

CW: None, just more romantic silly fluff.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” You say as you look over to Jason. You’re both just getting dressed for your day and he’s put on a pair of nice jeans that are cuffed at the bottom, a pair of brown leather dress shoes, white undershirt, baby blue button-down and a lightweight dark green sweater. Jason and his many layers. Both literally and figuratively. He smiles at you as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. Your favorite. Those forearms do you in. “Mmmm slutty forearms.” You think to yourself.

“Who me? Nah. I’m just ok. I’m just a guy.” You roll your eyes in protest “Just ok? Just a guy? You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Jason, do you not know the effect you have on women? The effect you have on me?”. You sashay over to him and wrap your arms around his neck to look deep into those eyes that drive you mad and lay a big fat kiss on those lips. “Now what’s that for?” He coyly asks as he wraps his arms around you. “You being so damn sexy and also adorable.” “I’m no such thing. You flatter me.” He protests.

“Ok, now stop this right now Jason, I’m not having it. You need to learn to take a compliment. And if it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to make you see just how fucking devastatingly desirable I think you are.” You look sternly into his hazel eyes because you mean business.

“Oh yeah, and how’s my girl gonna do that, sweet cheeks?” He grins and teases you with love nips at your neck. “Mmmmm… well first let me just say that if I had my way, you’d never hide that body in a hoodie ever again. I’d burn them all in a dumpster fire and fine you whenever you tried to put one on.”

He laughs one of those full bodied laughs against your body and goes “Holey moley,why?! You don’t want me to be comfortable?” You’re laughing with him, “of course, I know my boy loves being comfy. And your body your rules. But if I had my way…. Gone. All of them.”

“So tell me, why are they gone if you had your way?”

“Well for starters, they hide the physique that drives me feral. I love your body, Jason. I love every single thing about it. The more I see, the more I go crazy for you. I love seeing you in something that accentuates your fine as hell features.” You lay sweet little kisses and nips on his neck and jawline. You both slightly swaying together to a song softly playing in the background.

“Noted. I like it when you dress in a way that accentuates your fine ass features, too…” he winks as he grabs your ass. You give him a look of mock disapproval. “But come on, it’s not like I’m Brad Pitt or Ryan Gosling over here. I’m just dad bod Jason Sudeikis.” Laughing, you retort “oh honey. Dad bod Jason Sudeikis is fucking sexy and loads of women agree with me.”

“Who? I need names and numbers.” You roll your head back and laugh. “Honey, never you mind. Just know that there are literally dozens of us.” You play slap his shoulder. “Ok, so dozens of women like dad bod Jason. Why? Why not Brad Pitt or Ryan Gosling?” You roll your eyes again.

“Well that’s a silly question. Sure, they’re objectively handsome, but that’s doesn’t mean they’re my type or that I’m attracted to them. Are you attracted to every objectively attractive woman you meet? I mean, you never made a move on Hannah, right? That woman is a straight up goddess.”

“Ok, true.” He ponders. You continue: “For every woman lusting for Ryan Gosling there’s one foaming at the mouth for Seth Rogan. We all like what we like and I foam at the mouth for you and your dad bod. When you dress like this? I go bonkers. When you wear something that reveals just a tiny bit of chest hair? I could chew on live wires. You’re hot.” “Yeah? So less hoodies, more chest hair?” He asks sweetly and softly against your ear. “Mmmmhmmm, dear lord, yes please.”

“Anything else I can do for you my love?”

“Don’t ever touch those gray temples again. Color your hair if you must, but those temples are mine. You can pry them from my cold dead hands.” You grab and shake his shoulders in play indignation. He laughs and sighs. “Ok. Deal. You got it. More chest hair and leave the temples alone.”

“And less hoodies? Just a little?”

He rolls his eyes and groans: “Fiiine, less hoodies.”

“Yaaaay! Paise be to the lord on this fine day!” You both start cackling and dancing around like two idiots in love.

***Let me know if you want to be tagged in these. There are a few more, just search “Jason x reader” in my blog***

[dangermousie]

The scene with the aftermath of the attack on the puppet. I love that all her anger dissipates when she thinks he's in danger and I love that he's so stunned she hugs him.

And the bit where she realizes that it's the puppet who was hurt because Jing has been waiting here for the entire day - because he's literally covered with dew and his response that she didn't come so he just waited; you know a certain mute endurance is not just helplessness for him, or trauma, it's also his strength - because another person would track her down and force his company and explanations on her but he will not; from the very first when she took off on that bird with Vamp Boy, his care for her is to stand and wait, to be the one she sees as she leaves (as he said on the bridge) because it's not about what he wants, it's about what she needs and so he needs her to know he will always wait for her and the choice to come or not is always hers and his love and his waiting is not affected by what she chooses, they are just there. (And the fact that here this is what saves his life is poetry.)

I love that she is also so emotionally straightforward with him. But then she honestly is with everyone, it's just people do not listen.

I love that he does not provide excuses. Any man who can apologize and stick to it without continuing into justification is a keeper.

I do love that it's not justification but not holding anything back - he tells her about his granny's insane plan. He never does string her along. He may be passive or whatever but he's not a liar. Ever.

He asks for more time and honestly, I get both of them but what strikes me is how much she must love him to be willing to agree with all her issues. The crux is where everyone else is into his position (ie his Jing identity), she is the sole one who sees it as a burden because the person she fell for and person she wants and needs him to be is 17 - ie his actual self.

Once again, I like his ability to apologize and mean it.

Mmmmm hands!

I also love about her fretting over his safety and his promising to be more ruthless. Oh, baby, you can't and won't alas.

[exsqueezememacaroni]

"ugggggggghhhhhhhh we're not alone makes me so happy, I love mike's vocals and his little fucking noises and loud af BREATHE OUT BREATHE IN"

The vocals in this song are so different from each other that it sounds like at least 3 people singing... I played it for my mom and she thought the opening verse was a woman lol

"and ok, for some reason i'm super obsessed with the tiny beep at the start of Mojo???"

For some reason this song doesn't appeal to me, idk, but in fact the noises he makes in this are kinda cute(?) I don't know how to describe it, but let's talk about caipirinha, don't even trip and kill the dj, because these are the best (and anyone who disagrees is wrong)

"AND whenever I'm running I like to imagine the love story that Mike alludes to for Five Seconds? something something - like an EMT trying to save someone's life and in that intensity they're the only two people in the universe to each other ?”

I always thought it was about masturbation(?) don't ask me why, but every song Mike writes I need to listen to without stopping to pay attention to the lyrics, otherwise I'll automatically go: "this one is definitely about masturbation" lol There are some verses in this song that make me think it's one person masturbating thinking about the other giving heads 🤷🏻‍♀️

AND LET'S TALK ABOUT THE PONY COVER??? I'm completely in love with this one... I don't know if it's part of a show he did with Peeping Tom, but I know it's with Rhazel, and it's simply magnificent, I have no words to describe how good that shit was 😩

The vocals in this song are so different from each other that it sounds like at least 3 people singing… I played it for my mom and she thought the opening verse was a woman lol

classic mike - even after all this time it baffles me how easily and beautifully he can switch between them during live performances. also, I still love when Mike thought he was a soprano singer during that interview😂😂😂

tbh Mojo isn't my fave on the album or anything (but it definitely rates higher than Celebrity Death Match, which I hope we can all agree is the weakest song), but for some reason that little tiny beep sound makes it for me (it's not a vocal, it's a literal beep)...it's silly...also the line "there's blood on the ceiling, the carpet" like....Mike...you're not that hardcore man, chill (said with so much love) AND YES HIS LITTLE GRUNTS LOL I LOVE THEM.

yes yes yes to Don't Even Trip, hell yes to Caipirinha and Kill the DJ. The latter two are so much fun, along with How U Feelin? They're just so silly and you can tell how much Mike trusts Dan the Automator with his sound. Don't Even Trip is sometimes my fave song (and sometimes it's Five Seconds)...it's gonna sound funny, but there's something about how unfortunately awkward the lyrics are that somehow really endears the song to me??? Like I never in a million years would I ever think Mike could pull off "be jumpin" as a verb...and he can't....and i love it...because it's saved by the heartbreaking sincerity in the line "you're just a piece of shit, but I can overlook it today"

Ok, I think I need to read the lyrics to Five Seconds...lol...hold on... mmmmm.....nah.....I stand by my interpretation, ahahah (but agree to disagree)...as an example "choking on my ABCs all night" to me refers to that first aid thing - ABC: airway, breathing, circulation - when you're trying to revive someone who's unconscious "You are the air that I breathe! The counting of the chest pumps), and then also refers to the awkwardness of infatuation, when you're so preoccupied with someone that you stumble over the little things. I mean...I might be too literal about it, but I just like the idea of Mike feeling a certain way about the mixture of horror and love and cinematic drama of falling love with a person who is actively dying and someone nearly dead having to choose between sweet release and clawing their way back for the person administering CPR.

THE PONY COVER OMG we don't even need to talk....we all just need to watch this right. now. If you're reading this, stop, watch this:

(I think this was just in Patton x Rahzel shows, but I could be wrong)

[navysealt4t]

BOMBARDING U WITH NAVYSEAL HCS HERE WE GO:

they're both absolutely horrible at asking for affection but with how much time they've spent together they've both kinda learned each other's "tells". they're both awful at initiating anything (gill especially) but they both found its a little bit easier with each other.

also while actually doing anything vaguely romantic is a lil overwhelming for both of them, they look at each other CONSTANTLY. absent-mindedly at breakfast, sitting across the table from one another. in the middle of a battle, making sure the other is okay. maybe longingly from across the deck, just noticing the way the sunlight makes the other look prettier somehow. bonus points if neither of them realize they do it.

ik the "jay builds while gillion trains" is a bit but also that's straight up just parallel play. they totally use it as an excuse to just Be Around Each Other even if gill sometimes accidentally breaks jay's shit

they do each other's hair a lot (with bonus hc: hair is super super important in undersea culture and having someone else do your hair is considered a very intimate thing). idk whether or not gillion would've told jay that at any point, but the first time she asked he was just like 0/////0

they're the type of bitches to go "omg do you think he/she actually likes me though" (in a self-worth issues way) and chip's just sitting there like "YEAH????? ARENT YOU LITERALLY DATING WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT????"

they infodump to each other constantly sorry I don't make the rules

wavy hands HI ANON!!!!! u r so right always i love these sooo much <3333

they both infodump soo much and they just like listening to each other speak and they just silly smiling :3 jay will talk about what she read in her tinkering books and her latest project and the problem she’s try to fix while gillion talks about different undersea animals and plants and all he learned about them and a bunch of cultural things too <333 gillion will listen very intently and try to gather all the information to show he cares but ends up zoning out and think about how pretty jay is when she’s all happy <33 jay is very interested in all of gillion’s home info she love learning about it

i don’t think they really go on dates or do more traditional romantic stuff. they hang out with each other doing their separate things a lot :3 just being with or by each other is very sweet for both of them <3

they were both hopelessly oblivious before they got together . gillion would try the undersea’s methods of courting someone and jay had NO CLUE what was happening. and jay would try to flirt with gillion or hint it by holding his hand but </3 gill did not catch on. chip just watched them hopelessly.

OK I THINK HAUR IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO JAY TOO!!! hee older sister taught her who to do her hair and do braids. everything she knows about hair ava taught her <3 also . she has very frizzy and curly hair and she always had to straighten it in the navy and now she can do whatever she wants with it !!!

and hair was always important to undersea culture especially as a warrior. doing another’s hair is just SO intimate . and there’s different hairstyle the signify certain roles and achievements <333 but trusting someone enough to be vulnerable when they do your hair is SOOOO important. jay didn’t really know the significance behind the act but mann gill did. and he trusted jay so much <3 when gill told her afterwards she was very flustered :3

they hold hands <333 walking through islands and browsing stores and eating dinner and up in the crows nest <3333 they watch each others backs during fights

mmmmm i love navyseal ty ty so much anon <33333 sorry it took so long to respond hehe these are very real and i’m consuming them into my hoard of Navyseal Thoughts

[softieteez]

ateez and s/o… twerking. reactions

request: since ateez love twerking, can you do a reaction to their s/o twerking

note: THE REQUEST GOT DELETED. but i love this 😭 plzzzz😭 also i added a fun twist. also also, instead of adding a scenario i’m just doing full bulleted cause i’m suffering from writers block

warning: twerking. kinda suggestive actually.

hongjoong

this POOR POOR MAN.

he isn’t innocent when it comes to twerking himself

BUT HE DEALS WITH TWERKING SO MUCH.

so when he sees you and his members twerking to lisa’s money

he doesn’t know how to feel

obvi you’re a sexy bitch (don’t deny it)

but at the same time.

HES FUCKING TIRED.

i just imagine him literally walking into the practice room.

ready to PRACTICE

and you and wooyoung are twerking while yeosang secretly films.

he wants to turn around, and go back to his studio and act like he never saw. THAT.

but he decides to stop it.

he probably scolds wooyoung for encouraging your behavior.

and then

AND THEN

he finds out you started it.

you’re doomed

literally run.

he stands there, let’s out a disappointed sighs. and says nothing

you and woo are shaking in your boots while yeosang is laughing his ass off.

“go home” is all he says.

YOU ZOOM OUT OF THERE.

pray for wooyoung.

seonghwa

you catch HIM twerking

he gets so embarrassed when he notices you standing there

he literally goes from 🕺🏼 to🧍🏻‍♂️ SO FAST

what members are twerking with him ??

LITERALLY NONE

everyone was dancing crazily yes.

but he was the only one twerking (at least when you walked in he was)

he will forever be clowned for this.

literally will do anything for you so you DONT bring it up😭

and if someone does bring it up

he walks tf out

but when you do walk in btw. he doesn’t notice you standing there for. A HOT SECOND.

like one or two, maybe even three members will notice you before he does.

and it’s not until someone says hello to you until he freezes.

wooyoung will put him on blast online. ANY DAY

woo or san will say something about it on universe or something and hwa will go “atiny. don’t listen to them. they’re crazy”

but (if you are in a public relationship) if you confirm it.

it’s over for him.

cause now he doesn’t only have his members clowning him.

he has his whole FUCKING FANDOM CLOWNING HIM.

again. he will never live this down.

“babe, did you really have to tell people about that on live~~~~”

cue the pouting and red cheekies

no but fr.

plz save him from his own misery😭😭

yunho

mmmmm

you catch him twerking too

however !!!

he has a completely different reaction than hwa.

man would be a little flustered at first

but then he would try to get you to join

so him and mingi will be dancing right right

and then they go into hoe mode.

and obviously. yungi in hoe mode is classic.

well yunho starts twerking. obvi

and then he remembers that you’re there.

MINGI DEAD ASS JUST STANDS THERE WHEN YUNHO STARTS TWERKING CAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW HOW YOULL REACT😭😭

yun does a similar thing to seonghwa.

goes from 🕺🏼 to 🧍🏻‍♂️ BUT THEN he goes back to 🕺🏼 and tries to get you to go along with it.

and ofc

mingi is influenced and tries dragging you into it

BUT YUNHO WILL LITERALLY DRAG YOU

Like you’re sitting in a chair and yunho walks over and drags you out of it

if you refuse he won’t budge anymore

but that doesn’t stop him from continuing his duty

if you join, it might turn into something mingi doesn’t wanna witness.

or it will turn into you laughing on the floor with mingi while yunho keeps going

NO IN BETWEEN

and the best part about this you ask ???

jongho walks in

and then he walks out.

once again 🕺🏼 to 🧍🏻‍♂️ and then back to 🕺🏼

jongho secretly records tho

and then he will probably subtly mention it during a live with yunho

AND THEN YUN WILL GET FLUSTERED.

“COME DANCE WITH ME” *twerking*

yeah. good luck.

ALSO PLZ COMPLIMENT HIS FAT ASS

it’s too juicy to ignore.

yeosang

yeosang claims he’s normal

false.

but lets just say that when he walks in on you and woosan twerking.

oh dear lord.

probably makes a remark at woosan saying how they’ve corrupted you or something

honestly i feel like he will either:

just walk out and mention it later

or

pause the music, grab your hand and walk out while telling you that you need to stop hanging around woosan so much because it’s not good for your health 😭

honestly i don’t think he would make fun of you for it TOO much

but that doesn’t mean he won’t make fun of you for it at all

so

no cause y’all will just be sitting there

you might make a snide remark or say something just to get under his skin and he’ll just

“remember when you were twerking like a warm with woosan?”

and you’re done for

like rip

wasted

GONE. YOURE DONE.

like just cause he’s your bf does NOT mean you can escape his sarcasm (?) or maybe just bluntness

he probably won’t really mention it to anyone else

but idk you might hear about it at your wedding. and your funeral. so.

good luck bestie :))

san

he walks in on you twerking

i feel like you’d be home alone and he shows up out of nowhere

but lowkey

he’s proud of you-

like he thinks it’s attractive too

this man😭

no but fr

he’s like cheering you on

and if you get flustered or something he will ENCOURAGE YOU TO KEEP TWERKING

like sir😭

idk if he would tell anyone else actually

i think if you were okay with it he might

but if you really were embarrassed about it he would keep it between the two of you.

but you will never hear the end of it.

like he’ll tease you or whatever and just ask you to twerking

OR AT LEAST DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR ASS IDK

also have i mentioned that i believe he’s an ass man

anyway.

yeah he likes your twerking

he MUGHT join you in your twerking from time to time

he definitely will if he’s drunk.

“baby, WHERE DID YOU LEARNING TO SHAKE YOUR ASS LIKE THAT?!”

anyway yeah. san likes butts.

i think that’s obvious-

mingi

idk what you’re expecting

be he walks in on you as well.

tbh i’ve seen mingi do some….

questionable

dance moves

but i don’t think i’ve seen him actually twerk ??

and if he has i don’t remember it

anyway

i feel like he’s lowkey proud too. but also lowkey making fun of you

mingi is also an ass man.

so he finds it kinda hot

but if you are messing around by yourself

yeah he’s gonna make fun of you a lil bit😭

but like. IF YOURE SHAKING ASS

he’s not gonna complain !!!

you know that video of min when him, woo, and jong we’re all live and mingi goes ‘damn’ kinda out of nowhere

yeah that popped in my head when thinking of his reaction

that actually what makes you realize he was there in the first place

I HAVE A SPECIFIC VISION.

like you’re shaking ass. doing your thing.

and then mingi walks in. BUT YOUR ASS IS JSUT RIGHT THERE WHEN HE WALKS IN.

so you know he goes ‘damn’

you get scared and maybe scream

and he laughs a little

no but fr. he likes ass

HE MIGHT ASK YOU TO TWERK SOMETIMES

“ik wooyoung did not teach you how to do that so well-“

at least he hopes woo didn’t teach you to twerk-

wooyoung

AH YES THE SOEAK OF THE DEVIL

i believe i put him in every reaction

because of how often this man shakes ass.

like yes yunho was kinda the og when it came to twerking in ateez. but woo does it more if not just as much so.

anyway. obviously you catch him

MAN HAS NO SHAME

LITERALLY JUST KEEPS GOING WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELASH

HE HONESTLY MUGHT TWERK ON YOU

you have to laugh.

if you don’t laugh then you’re not good enough for woo

i don’t make the rules 🙄

no but fr he has no shame

in fact

he is proud of his twerking skills

honestly i don’t think you would be shocked to see him twerking

like. c’mon now.

idk there isn’t much to say about him because.

he just doesn’t have a care in the fucking world😭😭

GO WOOYOUNG GO WOOYOUNG

oh. and he might make you smack his ass or something

“wanna join???”😉

jongho

oh deAR GOD

he has no words😭

like he’s used to his members talking and shaking ass

BUT NOW YOU TOO ?!?!

but honestly i think he’s probably laugh after a second of realizing what’s happening

if you get flustered…

he’ll just continue laughing at you

might hug you and give you sarcastic praises

while still laughing of course

he believes wooyoung and yunho put you up to it

honestly. he doesn’t hate it tbh

like he finds it funny and kinda cute (depending on how well/badly you’re twerking 😭)

now. if you’re shaking ass like a pro. he likes it for a different reason

but he won’t admit that

also an ass guy. (but honestly more of a thigh guy. that’s for a different time tho)

if you’re alone he’ll probably keep it to himself

because yes he picks on his members a lot

but i think he’d be completely different with a s/o just cause it’s a different dynamic yanno.

esp cause he’s kinda a private/reserved kinda guy

he doesn’t need ppl knowing what he and his s/o do even if it’s something as silly as twerking

ANYWAY your secrets safe with him.

he might bring it up to mess with you from time to time

but he might forget about it after a while. really a hit or miss with him.

good luck tho

jongho is UNPREDICTABLE

“ahh don’t stop” *literally dying of laughter*

[touyaspeach]

Itadakimasu!

A/N ; it's pussy eating day so you know what that means? Enjoy the main 3 + Kirishima when they realize exactly what today is.

Warnings ; fem!reader, semi-public in bakugou's, lots of pussy eating, unedited

Izuku

When he learns it's pussy-eating day he immediately gets nervous. 

It's not that he hasn't done it before or anything, but he just doesn't know how to ask you to let him.

So when he comes home and you're just casually browsing your phone, sitting languidly on the couch, he freezes

You're just so pretty and so amazing, he doesn't deserve you.

He doesn't say hello, he doesn't ask permission.

He makes his way to you, pulls you to the edge of the couch and smiles up at you

"Wh-what are you doing, Izuku?" You ask, eyes wide and blush forming.

He licks his lips slowly and pulls your bottoms off, tossing them aside and leaving you exposed.

He wastes no time diving in, holding your thighs open with his strong arms and licking eagerly up and down your folds.

When he feels your hands fist in his hair he moans into you.

"F-fuck..izuku….hahh wh--what-" You whine as he plunges his tongue into your needy core.

One hand moves to rub small circles into your clit, making your back arch off of the couch and your grip tighten. 

"Fuck such a good boy for me," You moan, feeling yourself grow closer, "you know just what I need mmmmm"

He switches places, now suckling on your clit and scissoring his fingers inside of you to press against your gspot in just the way to make you come unraveled.

He rides you through your high, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh as you come down.

"Wh-what was that for?" You ask breathlessly.

"Just needed to taste you, lovely."

Katsuki

Man's knows what's up when he hears his co-workers talking about what today is. 

Immediately gets an evil idea

Whips out his phone and tells you to meet him at the agency for lunch in his office.

Little did you know, you were the lunch

As soon as you walk in the door, he shuts it, locks it, and draws the blinds so that you were completely secluded.

"Katsu-" You start but he eats your words with a searing hot kiss. 

Pushes you back until you hit the edge of his desk, rattling the contents and knocking over a picture of you two

Hoists you up by your thighs, planting you on the wooden surface and hikes up your skirt

He smirks at you and revels in the way you squirm and blush

Takes a seat in his office chair and rolls it over to you so he's at perfect pussy-eating level

Pulls your panties off and takes a moment to just admire how wet you are already

"Be quiet or they'll hear you."

All but pulls you onto his face, lapping and sucking all over you, making a mess

Swirls his tongue around your clit before diving into your core, tongue fucks you for a moment then drags back up to spell his name on your sensitive bud

He wants you to know who is making you feel so good.

You writhe and bite the skin on your knuckles to keep from moaning as he goes to town

Katsuki knows just how to work your pussy, just what you like, what spots to hit to have you convulsing and creaming all over his tongue and chin. 

Kisses you deeply after, letting you taste your own sweetness

Praises you for doing so good being quiet and Immediately after gets called away on an emergency, leaving you panting and reeling

Shouto

He is a pussy-eating God.

Literally, did so much research to be ready for you and it paid off

You know he keeps track of all the dirty holidays, so he knew what today was the moment he woke up.

You rolled over, slinging an arm around him and kissed his neck sleepily.

"Are you awake?" He asks quietly 

"Mmhnmm" you mumble into him

Suddenly you are wide awake as he's dragging his body down the bed, beneath the blankets to situate himself between your thighs.

"Shouto- what?"

He hushes you with a string of kisses up your thighs, and a slow lick through your panties.

You gasp and spread your legs further, only to have Shouto hook your knees over his shoulders.

Pushes your panties aside and trails a finger up your sloppy slit, humming at how wet you are already

Makes a show of slurping up your folds, flicking his tongue out before plunging it deep inside you.

Uses both hands to spread you open so he can really work his magic.

Runs his tongue up and down, dipping just slightly inside and flicking gently at your clit.

"Sh-shouto please- ah need to- need to cum, please."

He obliges, plunging two fingers into your weeping core to grasp at your spongey spot while mercilessly attacking your clit.

Between the nips, flicks, sucks and more, you fall over the edge of pleasure embarrassingly fast.

He's very smug about it, but keeps it to himself as you ride out your pleasure. 

"What was that for…?"

"You're just so pretty, I wanted to start your day off right."

Eijiro

He's got the day off, thankfully. 

Doesn't actually realize what today is, he's just hungry for your pussy.

You're just relaxing on his bed, making out as usual when he pulls you on top of him.

"Please sit on my face!" He asks as you are already hovering over him.

He sounds so desperate, so you oblige him, shifting your panties off and hovering just over his mouth

You feel his hot breath ghosting over your slick, making you shiver.

He whines in anticipation, "baby….please…."

Slowly you sink down onto him, supporting yourself on the headboard

Eijiro is in heaven. You taste so good, you smell so good, he wants to suffocate in your cunt

He nurses at your clit first, suckling and swirling his tongue in slow circles, mindful of his teeth. 

Then he opens his mouth wide to take as much of you in as possible, snaking his tongue down to tease your entrance.

You moan above him and grind your hips down on his face, which draws a moan of his own out

Reaches around with one hand to massage your ass while the other plays with your sensitive nub.

His tongue is buried deep inside you, lapping and licking and swirling, everything he can do to hit all the right spots.

When you cum, he moans at the sensation of your walls fluttering around his tongue, and you grind down further onto his face.

He wraps his strong arms around you while you convulsed above him to steady you.

When you finish, Eijiro expects you to cuddle with him, but instead of stopping at his side you make your way down between his thighs.

[enderwoah]

HI!!! MY NAME IS ENDER AND I!!

LOVE!!!

RANBOO!!!!

AUGDHUGNFWJDFAJD LOOK AT HIM!!! okay okay here let me form words alright.

he basically came onto the smp and immediately got tossed headfirst into the plot on the second day. and this kid handled it with grace. he spends his third day mining and stuff and he? he spent it talking to his chat about lore and his character and stuff?? UM?? homeboy went ‘yeah, i looked through the ranboo tag and found headcanons that i liked and incorperated them into my character lore and backstory’ LOOK AT HIM!!!

do you know how LONG it took tommy to have any SEMBLANCE of a ROLEPLAY CHARACTER??? mans popped in and went ‘im the dungeon master now.’ and im HERE FOR IT!!

him being part of the fandom?? he’s like a living, breathing (y/n) rn, his story is the plot of so many reader inserts out there lets be real alright. and that means that he’s gonna be asking the questions we all want answered!! him asking if wilbur’s mom being a fridge meant that fridges were canon in the lore not only SENT ME it was also like??? yeah?? this is a fantasy type setting wilbur how? and he ASKED!!! and people LISTENED!! because he’s actually THERE!!!!! this man is OUR REPRESENTATIVE!!!

him defining the lines between in-character and out-of-character to his chat, emphazising the fact that this is a roleplay to the point of him almost visibly changing when he’s in character is,,,,mmmmm chef’s kiss. and there’s SO MUCH LORE TO HIS CHARACTER ALREADY??? MEMORY LOSS?? HALF ENDERMAN HALF UNKNOWN??? CROWN ACTUALLY HAVING SOME SORT OF EMOTIONAL IMPORTANCE TO HIM?? SOMETHING ACTUALLY CAUSING HIS MEMORY LOSS??????? mans’ chat goes LORE? LORE POG??? LORE DROP? every time he mentions his character’s backstory!! he’s basically WILBUR at this point!!

he reads the wiki, he sees the headcanons, he knows the lore front and back, this mfer is going to be keeping everyone in line when it comes to canon, he’s gonna be up in their face with a god damn notebook going, ‘well, actually, according to the lore, your character asdjkjafedjk’ I CANNOT WAIT!!

and him last night?? making his little journal of things he remembered from the day? hoh my gosh it was adorable. character!ranboo is,,,so soft,,i mean person ranboo is soft ofc but character!ranboo is just a delicate little flower whom i love dearly...he sounds so happy to be there and get along with evveryone, just....mwah.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?? he stared his chat DEAD IN THE EYES and told them that METAGAMING (YES, HE USED THE TERM METAGAMING!!!!) was NOT POG!! he said that he sees it, he knows what they’re saying or whatever, but he’s keeping the shit that he knows seperate from what his character knows, and that it’s better for chat to not say things at all!!

SOMEONE FINALLY CALLED IT WHAT IT IS!!! he like, defined the term metagaming for everyone, explained it, and explained why it was bad i love him i stan i askdnaksdk

i keep going back to this but him having his own character so well-defined and perfect like. i can clearly tell when he’s roleplaying and when he’s not and it isn’t like awkward or anything, it’s just that good, there’s a whole-ass character made for it!! he’s so soff,,,,i wuv,,,he’s just there to vibe he’s a curious lil boy i justjkwjasdfddakj my heart MELTS for him i just i just i hadahsdjaksdmkw

his plan for the presidency? he has my vote i repeat, HE HAS MY VOTE!!! LET NIKI AND TECHNO (and ranboo but now he has a good mic so people will prolly listen to him) TALK!!! PUNT TOMMY!! MAKE ERET A KING AGAIN!!! THIS MAN LITERALLY IS PART OF THE FANDOM, HE’S JUST DOING WHAT WE ALL WANT!!! LOOK AT HIM GO!!

in conclusion, ranboo is great. i can’t wait for him to get even deeper into the plot, from what i’ve seen, his roleplaying abilities are pretty pog already, and barely anything has happened. mans played dnd, i have no doubt in my mind that he’s gonna give us some banger quotes for the animatics. ;)

[abbatoirablaze]

Mi Reina

Word count:  920

Warnings:  mentions of drug use, explicit drug use, mentions of sex/prostitution, angst

I took another hit off the blunt and passed it back to Coco, giggling, "you think that's bad...when I was five my mom sold the birthday gifts my grandparents bought me and splurged on an 8 ball.  I spent my fifth birthday in a station wagon parked down the street while she 'had fun' with her dealer."

"The fuck kind of gifts your grandparents buy you that your mom could only afford an 8 ball?  Have I ever told you about the time when I was eight?  How my mom couldn't afford gas so she blew the manager of a pump and go?  He called the cops on her after we left.  Guess she thought the pump and go went both ways."

He stifled a laugh as I jokingly pushed him.  He coughed before taking another long drag.

"That's fucked up," I laughed, "Why you always gotta one up me?  I hate you."

"No you don't," he laughed, reaching towards me.  I smiled at my best friend, and let him grab my arm so that he could pull me so I was laying on the floor with him.  I reached for the blunt and he pulled it away, "say you don't hate me."

"Mmmmm, no," I laughed, trying to reach for it again.  He smiled, holding it further away from me.  I stuck out my tongue at him, "fine then.  If you wanna play that game."

He watched me straddle him and he stared me dead in the eyes, pulling the blunt back to his lips, inhaling, and then slowly blowing a perfect circle.

"Say it!"

"No," I playfully growled, reaching once more for it.  He held it over his head and I glared at him, "come on, Coco."

"Don't call me that." he groaned, looking straight into my soul.

"Don't call you by your nickname?"

He nodded, "you know what I want."

"Johnny," I whimpered.  His gaze softened and I could see the slightest smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I love it when you say my real name, mi reina." he whispered.

"Johnny," I sighed, "you're ruining my high, babe."

He sighed and handed the blunt back to me.  I stayed on top of him and took a few long drags.  I didn't want to think about our past.  I didn't want to think about how he'd knocked her up.  How he told me when she found out she was pregnant that he didn't love her, he did it because he thought he never had a shot at me.

Then he got locked up.

I took another look at him.  His eyes never left me.  I took a deep breath before having another drag.

"Let me love you," he pleaded seemingly out of nowhere, "please Eva.  Just give me one shot."

"That's all a sniper needs," I said with a smirk.  He smiled, putting a hand on my cheek.  It slid down my neck, and to his dog tags.  I bit my lip, thinking about how he'd given them to me after he got out.  He said that he'd always wanted me to remember he'd always be my soldier first.

At the time it didn't make any sense, but after he'd started working for the Latin Kings...then knocked that thug groupie up...

"Just one shot," he said, pulling me to him again so our bodies were against one another, "I promise, that's all I need."

"Ruining the buzz," I said, trying to lighten the mood and change subjects, "can we talk about literally anything else?"

"No," he said softly.  I felt him playing with my hair.  I crawled off him and sat up.  He reached for the roach and put it on the ash tray, "I'm trying to be serious here, Eva."

"Why does it always have to be serious, Johnny," I asked, "why can't we just do what we used to, before you went away...when it was just us thinking about heavy shit, and not doing it."

"I just..." he sighed, huffing and puffing.  He sat up, "Never mind."

"Fine," I sighed, giving in, "what, Johnny?"

"No," he said, becoming resigned to the fact that I didn't want to go over why we couldn't date, "it doesn't matter."

"Damn it, Johnny, Coco Loco Cruz," I growled, pushing him with a little force, "fucking tell me what's up."

"I love you!" he whispered.

It took me a second to process that he'd even said anything at all.  At first I thought I was imagining it.

Somehow those words while quiet in his apartment, seemed loud as hell. It felt like he might as well screamed it from the roof tops.

I gulped, "you know I love you too, Johnny...we just...we can't be together.  You know I'm seeing Angel."

"We both know there's no love there," he sighed, laying back down and looking at the ceiling, "You tell me all the time he won't sleep with you anymore...and I know you know about Adelita.  Please, Eva, let me treat you like the queen you are."

I bit my lip, feeling my tears well up in my eyes.  I laid beside him and he took a heavy breath in.  He'd felt bad about bringing it up.  But this was normal.  He wiped away my tears and pulled me close.

"I'm sorry Johnny."

"Don't be sorry mi reina," he whispered again and again, smoothing down my hair, as my tears fell down my cheeks, "I'll always be here for you.  I'm your soldier first and foremost...you know that."

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All Day Affair - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

JATP Masterlist - Valentine’s Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ Smut, swearing, light embarrassment (minors DNI)

Words: 2757

Summary: A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can.

A/n: This weekend has not at all gone the way I’d thought/hoped it would and so I apologize for the slow churning of fics lately but I promise I am working on some much requested fics. On a lighter note, here is my contribution to the Valentine’s Day

My eyes groggily flutter open when I hear my phone rapidly buzzing on the bedside table. Charlie’s arm is draped over my exposed midriff, no doubt a position of his own doing. As I go to move his arm off my bare skin, he holds onto me tighter groaning an incoherent string of words. I attempt to grab the maniacally buzzing device with my eyes still closed. I’m incapacitated via Charlie’s hold on my waist, and thus, all I feel under my flattened hand against the cool surface are the discarded condom wrappers from last night.

“Charlie,” I scold, still not fully awake. He knowingly loosens his grip, allowing me to sit up and it isn’t until I’m upright and Charlie’s arm drops into my lap that I realize I’m completely naked under his t-shirt. My phone has not stopped vibrating like crazy much to my dismay. Haphazardly grabbing it off the nightstand, I wait for my eyes to adjust before I read the time.

11:26.

“SHIT. Charlie! Charlie, we’re late!” I try and shake him awake. He whines miserably,

“Mmmmm, what?”

“It’s 11:26, we’re late!”

The messages are from Owen and Savannah, both of whom we were supposed to be meeting for brunch at 11. While Charlie and I wanted Valentine’s Day plans alone, we also wanted to spend time with our friends whom we love dearly. Since the original plan was for the two of us to have the evening all to ourselves, we agreed on having brunch to start the day off well. Look how that turned out for us. I scramble out of bed, and I nearly hit the floor as my legs give out from under me. Luckily, Charlie was right behind me and was able to catch me in time.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore.”

“Yessss.” I fake slap his chest before we resume in the chaos, frantically throwing on decent outfits. I toss Charlie one of his band shirts turned muscle tees after hopping into a pair of jeans. Once dressed, I run to the bathroom and pass a brush through my hair in a frenzy before I begin brushing my teeth at lightning speed. Charlie appears beside me to brush his own teeth, and I’m practically sprinting out of the bathroom as he does.

“Don’t forget to fix your hair!” My legs nearly give out once more as I struggle to slip on my favorite pair of sneakers. Once I’m upright again, and stable, I grab both of our wallets and the keys to the house and car and shove them into my bag. Together we bolt out the door and clamber into Charlie’s orange Subaru.

In a nice contrast to all the rushing around we’ve done this morning, Charlie drives at a regular speed; thankfully, we make it to the restaurant in one piece. As soon as he puts the car in park the two of us run to the entrance to see our friends waiting at an outdoor table on the patio. Charlie and I finally made it, albeit a tad out of breath.

“Charlie, Y/n, nice of you to finally join us.”

“11:44 on the dot. Not your latest arrival, but an honorable mention,” Savannah jeers, waving me over to sit beside her.

“What happened this time?”

“Overslept. My usual alarm didn’t go off, I must’ve forgotten to turn it on last night.”

“Classic.” I’m distracted from Owen’s teasing when Savannah’s humorous smile drops. She’s looking at me with an emotion I can’t distinguish.

“You okay?” She simply nods and then pushes her chair back.

“I need to pee and you do too. Come on, Y/n.” And without allowing me to reply, she has me up out of the chair and briskly walking toward the bathroom. It isn’t until we’re outside the single stall that I noticed she grabbed my bag from the back of my chair. Once she’s locked us both in the room, she looks at me with wide eyes and a suppressed smile.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s this?” She answers my question with a question, before using her left index finger to poke the right side of my neck.

“Ow!” My face drops once I realize. Brushing past her, I move to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the assemblage of love bites all over my neck area. Savannah merely giggles at the realization before opening my bag.

“You don’t have a sponge, so we’re gonna have to use our fingers.” I turn around to look at her, not through the mirror and find a bottle of full-coverage concealer in her hands.

“How did that get in there?”

“I put it in there last week after you had to spend the whole day adjusting your shirt around your collar bones to hide more of these.” She gives a vague gesture to the marks on my neck and begins applying the makeup.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And you are unbelievable. That was literally last week, and you’re already marked up again. Don’t you and Charlie ever just make love? Does it always have to be ‘ravage one another’s body’?”

“I mean, occasionally. I don’t know, sweet and tender isn’t really our thing.”

“Clearly.” Savannah steps back to survey her work, “Okay, you’re covered but be careful because I didn’t pack setting spray.”

“I am forever indebted to you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. It’s Owen that you should pray doesn’t notice.”

“God, you’re right.”

“If I were solely judging by his hair, I’d have guessed you guys went at it this morning and not last night.”

“Shit, he’s probably marked up, too.”

“Well, I didn’t bring him concealer, and you two are not the same shade soooo… sorry.” I shake my head dismissively as I hold the bathroom door open for her behind me.

“Better him than me.”

“How was it though? You told me you’d text me updates.”

“Yeah, and then I didn’t set an alarm. But no, it was… so good. I’m like, sore.”

“Okay, we’re entering TMI territory so let’s find something to talk about before we’re back within earshot.”

“What are your Valentine’s plans for the rest of the day?”

“I might get frozen yogurt and watch a movie, haven’t really decided. I would ask what you and Charlie are doing, but based on this morning, I think I can guess.”

Just as Savannah and I did, the two boys fall silent once we approach the table; when the four of us are settled, I take a quick glance over the menu, as if I’m unsure of what I want.

“Okay, in the spirit of St. Valentine, let’s talk love. Tell us about your first kiss, Y/n.” Savannah eyes me, already knowing the horrendous story. I deadpan,

“No.”

“Wait, I’m actually curious. I don’t think I know this story.” Charlie leans forward in his seat, placing his forearms on the table in front of him.

“See what you’ve done?” Savannah merely shrugs and takes a smug sip from her water glass. “No, I’m not doing this. Why don’t you tell us about your first kiss, Sav?”

“I asked you first.”

“Fine, be that way. Charlie, tell us about your first kiss.”

“Well, I don’t know I-”

“Come on, what’s ‘love-master’ Charlie’s origin story?” Owen teasingly pats Charlie on the back, and the four of us all fall under a shocked silence at the sound of Charlie hissing in pain. My lips part in surprise but quickly press shut in a moment’s realization.

“You okay?” Don’t do it, Owen.

“Yeah, I’m fine just-”

“Oh my god.” Upon patting Charlie’s back, the fabric of his shirt moved out of the way to reveal a conglomerate of scratches across the surface of his sun-kissed skin. Owen laughs out in disbelief before poking one of the scratches again, causing Charlie to smack his hand away.

“Holy shit, did you get mauled by a bear?” Owen then gasps in a realization that I’d pray he wouldn’t have, and he begins to laugh even harder. “That good, huh Y/n?” My face heats up a million degrees and I cover my face with one hand as a desperate defense mechanism.

“It’s not a big deal, Owen.” Thank god, Savannah’s come to the rescue. “They just got a head start on Valentine’s Day is all.”

“Okay, can we please change the subject?” I plead as I’ve already had enough of their laughter. Charlie gives me a look that is both apologetic and embarrassed and I let out an exaggerated sigh as a response.

The rest of our brunch date is still a good time minus the occasional interjectory joke about my and Charlie’s romantic all-day-affair yesterday. Our foursome disassembles, already planning the next group outing post-Valentine’s intimacy.

“That was absolutely humiliating,” I state, buckling my seatbelt in the passenger's side as Charlie begins pulling out of the parking spot.

“You want me to be gentler next time?” Charlie asks sincerely and extends his right hand over the center console to rub a comforting circle on top of my thigh over the fabric of my jeans. The gesture pulls the warmth in my heart and the butterflies in my stomach a little lower.

“...No,” I admit shyly. The confession elicits a small, cocky chuckle from Charlie. He then gives me an affirming squeeze before tracing the seam along my inner thigh in a way that is too sensual to mistake his intentions.

The entire car ride home, the feeling of Charlie’s fingertips ghosting up my leg makes my heart beat a little faster and ignites a subtle heat where I wish he’d trail his hand up to. I’m sure my desire is apparent to Charlie but he doesn’t say anything about it. When we get back to our home, I stick the key in the lock and open the front door but freeze as I feel Charlie pressing into my entire backside. He leans down to playfully bite part of my earlobe as his hands come to rest on my hips.

“You said you didn’t want me to be gentle?” All of my senses are clouded by dense arousal so all I can do is nod. He airily laughs, a warm breath dusting the surface of my skin and I shudder involuntarily. “Go inside.”

After closing the door behind us, Charlie shoves me up against it, his hand behind my head to prevent me from actually getting hurt. He kisses my lips forcefully but doesn’t linger, and instead trails down the column of my throat. The kisses are rough in between small bites of affection, surely leaving more marks that I’ll have to wake up early to cover tomorrow. Or just not go anywhere. After this, it’s looking like the latter.

“You want me to rough you up a little bit? Huh?”

“Yes.” The love bites Charlie’s leaving behind become harsher on my skin, as he trails further down my neck, across my collarbones. “Charlie, can we…?”

“Can we what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please-“

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” And with that Charlie pulls me into the bedroom, stealing kisses in between steps. Charlie moves to sit me on the bed but as he grabs me by the hips, I maneuver to switch places and push him down onto the bed. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement, taking the hand that pushed him between his own. I smile delicately when Charlie presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. That is the last trace of softness.

The two of us begin stripping out of our brunch clothes as fast as we can. It’s as if we’re running out of time. We’re both almost fully naked but before I can get my panties off Charlie’s lips are back on mine. His movements are swift, kiss after kiss is filled with an unrivaled lust that is glorious.

Crawling onto the bed, Charlie stays close behind, never allowing any loss of contact between us. I recover to a sitting position and Charlie wraps his arm under my stomach and presses a line of kisses across my shoulder blades.

“Can I take you like this?” He asks earnestly, running his hands over the vast expanse of my bare skin. I choke out a desperate plea and my breathing softens once I feel the absence of Charlie’s touch on my body. When I turn around I see him searching the room like a madman.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t find any more condoms. I think we used them all last night.”

“What? We only used three.”

“I don’t know! Maybe I dropped some?”

“Fuck it. Charlie if I’m not getting absolutely rawed in the next ten seconds I will walk out that door.” He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that and is back on the bed. Charlie grabs both sides of my face to bring me in for a long passionate kiss before taking his place behind me. His warm hands fall from my face to my waist, gripping the skin slightly.

Charlie sits back on his heels and moves my body back to hover over his. He runs a sensual path with his fingers down the sides of my body and slips one down through the growing wetness between my legs. Tracing the arousal over my quivering clit. The anticipation of the moment has heightened my sensitivity and as a result, I let out a whine. My whimpering continues when I feel him run the tip of his erection through the wetness. As I open my mouth to nag him for moving so slow, Charlie slams his entire length inside of me at once, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I can tell it feels incredible for him too by the way he’s gripping my hips. If he didn’t leave bruises yesterday, he definitely will today.

It doesn’t take long for him to figure out a tempo that’s comfortable for the both of us and my labored panting fills the room. Charlie lets out a groan followed by a laugh because we could both feel the physical reaction I had to the noise he had let out. Wrapping his right arm across my stomach, Charlie reaches the left up to grab my tits, and roughly bite another hickey on my shoulder. He uses his right arm to pull my body into his own torso, and shifting his hips he makes a few adjustments. Charlie shifts one more time and when he thrusts back into me I cry out so loud surely our neighbors will put in a noise complaint.

“There we go,” he grunts to himself, but our proximity allows me to hear. Repeatedly thrusting into that spot, my eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Charlie resumes leaving harsh, lingering kisses, and love bites down the side of my neck, moaning into them in ecstasy. As I feel my heat begin to pulse, Charlie knows I’m close and tries to grab my attention.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” I will my eyes open and turn to look. The pleasure of his movements is so overwhelming that in between moans and shallow breaths, I find myself leaning my head back to rest on his bare shoulder. “I want you to look at me as you come undone.”

“Okay.” I swallow hard from how dry my mouth is from panting so hard for so long. Each next thrust is measured and the sound of our labored breathing and pleasured moans fill the electrified air.

“Charlie.”

“I’m close. Where do you want-”

“Just stay inside.”

“You sure?” Before I can give a coherent response my orgasm tears through me like a wildfire. I’m doing my best not to scream and what comes out is a mix between a strangled cry and a deep, guttural groan. Adding to my ecstasy, Charlie reaches down to trace tiny circles over my clit and I feel tears of overstimulation prick the length of my lower lash line. While Charlie fucks me through my high, I feel his movements stutter and the familiar twitch before he relaxes his hold on my body. The two of us collapse back onto the bed in a symphony of gasps and bliss-fueled laughter.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he says behind a smile.

“I love you. That was the first time I’ve forgone condoms…” I state to the ceiling in a moment’s realization, “How do I get this out of me?”

***

A/n: I really am so sorry about the slow churn of writing. I’ve gotten busy with classes and though I knew this was coming I’m still upset that I can’t spend more time writing. On top of that being in a block has been really rough but it’ll pass with time I hope :)

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elaborate more on sub atsumu😞 that peg fic got me obsessed help sksk 🥸

♡ 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 ♡

oh god yes thank you for this ASK because i would love to go more in-depth about sub atsumu as depicted in my pegging post bc i have so many //thots// i hope u enjoy this bc mmmmm i did

// nsfw (minors dni !!), f!reader, bottom!atsumu, brat taming, toys, restraints, crying, power dynamics, atsumu’s tits sorry

no because he is literally such a bratty little bratty bottom bratty bitch brat

did I mention he’s a brat

as i mentioned before, he is totally okay with whatever you throw his way. when you first mentioned tying him up, you were expecting him to be weird about it or apprehensive in any regard, but he was so cool about it

now, you've gotten so used to using restraints and they're just really helpful because you know you're not strong enough to combat the physical bratty tendencies of tsumu, and also they just look so good against his skin, like they were meant to be there

and after you both got comfortable with using them, he was so open to whatever else you wanted to use, like you've definitely used a ball gag on him before to shut him up and it was weird not hearing his whiny bitching as you teased him, but he did look so cute drooling and trying to protest

but more than a gag, it is so satisfying, so fucking gratifying to pull his pretty mouth all the way onto your strap, his lips stretched around the girth, tears pricking at his eyes, hands bound behind his back so he honest to god had no control at all

you just thrusted into his mouth, abused his throat how fucking long you were, and when you pulled all the way out he would either scowl at you and say something, lick his lips and open up wider, or, on the very rare occasion, thank you

will cum all over himself, thrusting into his fist and spilling over his own hand, cumming untouched against his stomach, shooting his sticky load so fucking far when you jerk him off that it gets on his face

he absolutely loves when you touch his body when he cums, caressing his tits and thumbing over his nipples and clawing into his thighs and running your fingers down his biceps like fuck

is the most grateful bitch ever when he finally cums, sobbing your name, calling you baby over and over thanking you so fucking loudly as he releases that you almost forget how much of a brat he was earlier

and fuck he’s so Fuckinnggntntn GORGEOUS when he cums it’s unfair

you push his hair out of his face and hold onto his face and his eyes roll back in his head and he can’t stop himself from humping whatever he can come into contact with or the air if there’s nothing there

and his load is so big and he’s so messy and he loves how much you praise him when he cums because honestly it’s the only time he gets praised bc the rest of the time he’s a little fucking bitch

but when he looks that good and is that fucking thankful when he’s cumming, you can’t help the praises that come out of your mouth, telling him he’s such a good boy for you making such a mess all over himself, so pretty and sticky and big

yes he’s so fucking perfect when he cums but this is more so about how much of a bratty bitch bottom he is and so mmm

there’s this one night where he’s absolutely horrible, he’s worst he’s ever been, he refuses to listen to anything you say, and everything you do to combat his brattiness is met with a smirk or a laugh

"yer fucking delusional. the only reason ya think yer in charge is because i cant move, cant, cant actually oppose anything ya do"

"you've got a nasty mouth there, miya," you retort with squinted eyes, lowering down to his level to see if this fight in him is genuine or just for show. you're expecting to see a sort of calmness having taken over upon calling him by anything other than a catered nickname. you expect it to ground him in any regard, but it feels like it just fuels him even further.

"how's this fake power trip ya've got goin' on here?" he spits, leaning forward against his restraints, "i swear to god, if ya took me out of these restraints, ya wouldn't have an ounce of control over anythin'"

it's written all over his face, this need, this expectancy for you to fight back, and you want to. you want to laugh at him and tell him that he was just taking your cock so nicely or jeer at the fact that he's much better used than heard, but this is so different than his typical outlashes. if you sent a condescending quip back at him, it would only make his attitude that much worse.

he's so strong in his convictions, in these power-hungry thoughts, that when you actually start removing the restraints, you can feel the momentary hesitance. he's still for only a beat, not knowing what to do with the situation now that he has all of the free range that he was whining about earlier. and then he moves, realizes that he can test you even more now, and pushes the restraints to the side.

"'m not gonna fuckin grovel to you for anything. ya need me more than i need you, fulfillin' yer little authoritarian daydream, try somethin' now that ya don't have me-"

"you have a choice, atsumu," you cut him off, crawling onto the middle of the bed, lying flat on your back and uncapping the lube. "you either come ride this cock like i know you've wanted to do all fucking night."

you pour the lube onto the head of your strap, using your fingers to spread the slickness down to the base, fucking up into your hand so slowly that you don't need to see the look on atsumu's face to know his mouth is wide open.

"or you can lay on the floor and jerk off to the thought of it. either way i'm pretty happy."

there are a few moments where you actually let your mind wander to the possibility of atsumu not swallowing his stubborn pride and doing what he really fucking wants to do. he's not walking over to you, not yet at least. he's just staring, a wounded expression on his face and internal conflict so intense within his eyes that you can see it despite his averted gaze.

when he does finally walk to you, it’s like he's walking towards imminent death, slow and defeated, and you've never felt better. there's a smile growing on your face that you're sure will never disappear and now feels like the perfect time for a condescending comment.

"what restraint or rope brought you here, pretty? right to me."

he doesn't respond with something coherent, only grumbles as he causes the bed to sink at your side. you don't force him to come up with a witty response, figure that he's been through enough tonight considering his vast change in mood. plus, you don't need him to say it aloud, nor does he need to say it aloud, for both of you to know deep inside what's true.

miya atsumu isn't just a bratty bitch bottom, he's your bratty bitch bottom. no amount of restraints or external causals would change that.

he's gentle when he throws his leg over top of you, resting it carefully beside your hip, whimpering when he feels the wet length slide against the underside of his cock.

"right, one more thing, actually, before you can fuck yourself,” you murmur, looking up at him with big eyes, rubbing your slicked strap beneath his thick thighs. you lean in closer, voice low to cause the preceding shivers across his skin.

"grovel, tsumu."

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Aizawa x Reader - A Decisive Bid

A/n: I was going to work on a Fantasy AU, but I thought of whatever this is instead. For anyone who might not know, a bachelor auction is when bid in hopes of getting a date with a hot guy. Usually the money goes towards raising money. (I literally got this inspiration from a Hallmark movie I saw a long time ago)

And Emi Fukukado is Ms. Joke. (No Ms. Joke slander allowed)

(Masterlist)

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“You’re going to what?!” You shrieked. You keeled over, desperately trying to hold in your laughter.

“I can’t believe it either!” Mic screamed, laughing his heart out.

“Mmmmm, how romantic! This could be the start of a passionate love affair. OH I CAN’T-”

“Shut up. I’m only doing this because it’s for a good cause.”

Aizawa glared at you, trying to murder you all with his look.

“I just… it’s really hard to believe that you’re going to participate in a bachelor auction,” you said, trying to keep your voice even and not break out laughing.

Aizawa sighed, “It’s the last thing I want to do. But Nezu said it’d be good for the school, and besides, any profit will go to the orphanage for the kids whose parents died in any villain attacks.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna participate too! I’m definitely gonna be a huge hit with the ladiiieesss!” Mic yelled.

“Yeah, you’ll definitely knock them out with that voice of yours, Mic.”

“Well, there’s only one way this is sure to end,” Midnight sang.

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Mic laughed.

“What are you talking about?” Aizawa eyed them with suspicion.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the lonely vixen who’s spent years of her life pining after you!” Midnight swooned.

‘Hey wait, she doesn’t mean me, does she?’ You thought to yourself. Nemuri really wasn’t about to do this again, was she-

“Emi Fukukado!”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh no,” he groaned.

“Yeah dude, looks like you’ll be stuck with her for a date!” Mic grinned. “Unless of course, someone else bids higher,” he said, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“It doesn’t matter who bids on me, either way I’ll be miserable.”

“Come on, aren’t you tired of being alone all the time?” Mic asked.

“Just drop it, Mic,” Aizawa huffed. “Anyway, I should go prepare,” he said, not even waving goodbye as he walked away.

“This is your chance, (Y/n)!” Mic said, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“It’s quite sad that you haven’t made a single move in 15 years. You shouldn’t waste any chances or time will be out,” Midnight agreed.

“If I haven’t made a move in 15 years, what makes you guys think I’ll make one now?” You asked, annoyed.

“Don’t tell me you don’t have hot jealousy coursing through your veins at the thought of Aizawa being bought by another woman! You-”

“Enough, Nemuri. I’m a thirty year old woman, not some hormonal teenager.”

“Yeah, (Y/n) doesn’t do immature stuff like that. What she does do, is kindness,” Mic grinned.

“Kindness? What is that even supposed to mean?” You asked, confused.

“Well, since you love all of your friends so much, that probably means that the thought of Aizawa spending a bunch of time with a girl he doesn’t like makes you feel really guilty, right? So, if you want your friend to be happy, naturally you’ll bid the highest so that he doesn’t have to have an awful time!”

“Are you seriously taking advantage of my kindness?”

“We’re just thinking of what’s most likely to happen.”

The thought of Aizawa being miserable did make you feel really bad but… it was just one day! He’d be fine.

“I’m not going to do anything. That’s final.”

**

‘How did I get here?’

And sure enough, your friends were right. You really had tried to resist, but you couldn’t stand the image of an unhappy, suffering Aizawa.

And maybe you were a little jealous.

So here you were, sitting at a table, money in hand, ready to begin bidding.

But what you weren’t expecting, was sitting at the table right next to another where none other than Ms. Joke sat.

“Oh, (H/n)! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!” She said, turning around to greet you.

“Yeah, me neither…”

“So, are you here to bid on someone?” She asked.

‘What do I even tell her? I wasn’t expecting to come face to face with her like this!’ You panicked internally.

“It’s… a surprise!” You exclaimed, instantly regretting your statement. ‘Surprise? Now she’s just going to be even more suspicious!’

“Surprise? Aw, come on! Are you sure you can’t tell me?”

“Heh, nope!”

“Not even a little hint?”

“You’ll see when it comes.”

Oh how you wanted the earth to swallow you up.

The auction finally began. Several times you were tempted to bid on someone else, even Mic, but your darn conscience told you to save Aizawa.

‘Joke may annoy him but it’s not like he hates her. How bad could it be?’ You tried to persuade yourself. ‘That’s right, I can just leave now and pretend like there was an emergency or something-’

“Next up is the mysterious Erasure Hero, Eraserhead!” The auctioneer cheered.

Aizawa walked up to the platform. He had cleaned up a bit, but he still looked completely dead in the eyes.

“His dark eyes really pull you in, don’t they? Do I hear one hundred dollars?”

“ONE HUNDRED!” A lady in the crowd shouted.

‘Shoot, do I bid now?’ To be honest, you didn’t have the slightest idea how bidding really worked, and Joke’s silence was unnerving.

Casting a glance at her, you noticed her smug smile.

‘She couldn’t possibly have that much money, does she?’

“THREE HUNDRED FIFTY!” Another woman screamed.

‘Wait, what?!’ When had the bidding gone up so high?

“FOUR HUNDRED!”

“FOUR HUNDRED FIFTY!”

“FIVE HUNDRED!”

The prices kept increasing until finally,

“ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS!” Joke screamed, standing up.

‘One thousand dollars?! She jumped to one thousand dollars?!’ You screamed internally.

“Do I hear one thousand fifty? No? Going once, going twice…”

“ONE THOUSAND FIFTY!” You screamed.

Joke whirled around. “So, this is who you were bidding on?” She giggled. “I didn’t know you had it for Aizawa! Looks like we have ourselves a bidding war!” She laughed hysterically.

You felt yourself begin to laugh, much to your chagrin. “Yup, are you gonna raise the price?”

“You bet! ONE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED!”

“HAH! You… you really just raised the price by four hundred and fifty dollars??” You laughed.

“Yup! What’re you gonna do about it?”

“ONE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED FIFTY!”

“TWO THOUSAND!”

“WHAT?!”

“You gonna go higher than that?”

“Hahahaha, TWO THOUSAND FIFTY!”

“TWO THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED!”

“HAHAHAHA WHY DO YOU KEEP RAISING THE PRICE BY SO MUCH???”

“HAH! IT’S FOR A GOOD CAUSE!”

“THREE THOUSAND!”

“FOUR THOUSAND!” “FIVE THOUSAND!”

You two kept increasing the price more and more, having little concern for how much many you were spending.

“SIX THOUSAND!” “SEVEN THOUSAND!”

“EIGHT THOUS-”

“NINE THOUSAND!” “TEN THOUSAND!” Joke screamed triumphantly.

“Haha, ha…” Were you really going to do this?

“Going once, going twice…”

“TEN THOUSAND AND FIVE DOLLARS!” You screamed, hoping, begging, that Joke wouldn’t go any further.

You warily turned to look at her.

“Going once, going twice…”

“...”

“SOLD! To the lady at table 3!”

You kept your eyes on her, trying to gauge how she would react.

“HAH!” She bellowed. “Well would you look at that, (H/n), you beat me, HAHAHA!”

“Haha,” you laughed dryly.

“Come claim your ravishing prize!”

As you started walking past her to the stage, she stopped you.

“What is it?” You asked, unsure of what she would say.

“You don’t have to look so guilty. Besides,” she said, casting her gaze away from you, “he probably will have a better time with you than with me.”

You paused. She was handling this rather well. Maybe you were too harsh, thinking she was nothing but an Aizawa fangirl.

“Come on, don’t leave him standing there!” She smiled.

“Oh yeah,” you muttered, not sure of how to react.

You walked to the front and didn’t bother listening as the lady told you to “have the date of your life!” You barely even acknowledged Aizawa either, feeling like a fool for having spent TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS on him.

'Just remember the orphans, (Y/n).'

He didn’t say anything either until you got outside.

“I hope you know you made a fool of yourself.”

“Yea, I know,” you snapped, blushing out of shame.

“Why did you do that?”

“Well…” you trailed off. If you told him he would probably just call you stupid, right? But what else could you tell him?

“I know that going on a date with Ms. Joke is probably the last thing you would want, so I decided to bid on you so that you wouldn’t have to be so miserable,” you said, once again avoiding eye contact. “Besides, since you have the day off I figured you could take advantage to create lesson plans or get some sleep.”

Aizawa reflected for a moment, then sighed, “I didn’t ask for you to create a scene or try to save me.”

You looked away, feeling rather sheepish.

“But,” he continued, “you did it with the best intentions and I appreciate the thought. We both have the day off and… it would only be proper for me to thank you. Is there anywhere you want to go?”

You stared at him, wondering if you were hearing things.

He sighed again, “I asked for you to tell me if there was anywhere you want to go, not stare at me.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you said, pulling yourself together. “Um, we probably shouldn’t go anywhere with a lot of people.”

“While that would be preferable, why not?” He asked.

“I mean, it’s not like we would want people spreading rumors about us going on a date, right? After all these years of friendship, I wouldn’t want you to become uncomfortable around me,” you laughed lightly, trying to see what his reaction would be.

“I’m not dumb enough to become uncomfortable around someone because of a rumor. I didn’t think you were either.”

“I’m not!” You said defensively.

“Good, then we don’t have to worry. Besides,” he added, “it’s not like they’d be saying anything that isn’t true.”

“I- what?” Your face reddened. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

His pace slowed down the tiniest bit. “The whole point of this was to go on a date, right?”

“Yeah. So then this is a date?” You asked.

“I just asked you that.”

You smiled.

“Well, it’s a date then.”

And after fifteen years, you had finally made the first move.

Or had you? After all, when Aizawa agreed to the whole deal, he did have the smallest hope that you would bid on him.

But what did it matter, knowing who made the first move or not? After fifteen years, you were finally going to get to call the one you loved yours.