#not to be basic but i just see the little collar w/ the cute little name tag (or alternatively a collar w/ their owner’s name on the side)

[p4rasite]

my brain is still hung up on that “neither i have my own pets” post

[dotster001]

Can I request overblot crew + malmal (idk if he's gonna be the one who does it so) w a mc who has the uncontrollable impulse to just. Touch things they deem pretty/cute/whatever? Like malmals horns, leonas ears and tail, idias hair, jamils little coin things in his hair, vils crown, etc?

Or funnier, things they're supposed to not touch bc common sense? Like the boiling hot liquid in the alchemy cauldron, the fireplace, broken glass, basically anything someone would have to rip their hands away from lol

A/N: I did a mix of things. As someone who wants to put dungeons and dragons dice right into my mouth, I had a lot of fun with this one 😂 I want to put my hands in jamil and Azul's hair so bad 😭

CW: injury in Azul and Idia's parts, self inflicted, cause obviously 😂

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No one was allowed to touch the roses. Well, no one but you. You like to run your fingers on the petals, tracing any visible veins, touching paint spots, and booping him on the nose if the rose hasn't dried yet.

So sweet, so soft, so innocent. He only wished that…

"Fuck!"

No matter how many times he reminded you not to, you always poked the thorns.

"Y/N," he said sternly, "the entire point of thorns on roses is that they hurt.  They are intended to protect the rose!"

"But if not for touch, why touch shaped?" You pouted.

"Sorry?"

You sighed, and stared at the rose with a sharp glare, before turning back to him with a mischievous grin. 

"If I can't play with the roses, can I play with your scepter staff thing?"

He should have known. You'd been asking to "play with it" for weeks now. And every time he'd clutched it tighter, and taken a step back. He loved you! But he didn't trust whatever it was you wanted to do with his staff.

"Please, my rose?" You gently traced the collar of his dorm uniform, pressing your free hand to his chest and  giving him the sweetest puppy dog eyes.

He sighed, and placed his scepter in your hand, and was given immediate whiplash as you started swinging it through the air like a baseball bat.

"What are you doing?!?"

"Fighting crime!"

He felt a ticklish feeling in his half awake state. Assuming it was a fly of some sort, he flicked his ears, and attempted to drift back off. But the ticklish feeling was insistent. He opened one eye to see you scratching his ears. He groaned. He should have known. This was a common occurrence.

"Oy, Herbivore!"

Your eyes widened, and flickered to his.

"Oh! You're awake!"

"Yeah, cause there's a fly buzzing by my ear."

You looked down at your hands then pulled them away.

"Oh, sorry."

You reached out to fiddle with one of his braids, your fingers doing what he could only describe as kneading the plaits.

He gripped your wrist, and pulled you down to his level, pressing you into his chest.

"If you're gonna mess with my hair, then, quid pro quo, you should expect there to be a price."

You nuzzled into his chest and nodded, your hand snaking back into his hair as he drifted off to your gentle fingers.

This was exactly why he had the Leech twins watch you. You always complained you didn't need a babysitter, but when left to your own devices…

"As your partner, I shouldn't have to sign a contract or pay a price for a healing potion!" You cried, clutching your burnt hand.

What had you done?

You'd touched a stove seconds after the burner was turned off.

Call it stupid curiosity.

"If there's no price, how can I ensure you won't keep making these decisions!" Azul cried, finishing the final touches of the contract he was writing.

"Decision implies I thought about it. I can't stress enough that there was no thought involved."

He glared at you, before pushing the contract over to you.

"Sign it, and I'll fix your hand."

"My hand hurts too much," you whined.

"Your non-dominant hand is the one you burned. Sign it."

You looked at the fine print before grimacing.

"This says I can't touch anything if it's an impulse touch. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"That means I can't just touch your hair anymore? I can't just come up and kiss you anymore?"

Azul groaned a massaged his temples. 

"This is a punishment. You get those privileges back in two weeks. Sign the damn contract."

You intended to glare at him, but a wave of pain hit your hand and you quickly signed it in shaky script.

"There," he pulled out a potion and gently took your hand. "Hopefully you learn something."

"I probably won't," you muttered bitterly.

"I know," he lamented.

His heart couldn't handle it. Even asking you out had nearly sent him into the recesses of his hood for eternity. 

But ever since then, whenever you got the chance, your hands were in his hair. Usually playing with the gold medallions in his hair. But if he happened to have worn his hair down that day….oh sevens.

You'd somehow snuck up on him, and snuck your way into his lap, cupping his face and running your hands through his hair.

You were technically looking at his face, but he knew you weren't actually seeing him. You were seeing his hair.

"Y/N," he muttered, feeling his face burn, "I have to finish this homework."

"Mhmm," you muttered, as dazed as if he'd charmed you.

"Y/N!" He whines, unable to stop himself from leaning into your touch, just a little.

"Mhmm," you hummed, before unexpectedly pressing his face to your chest to allow yourself more space to play with his long hair.

He thought about speaking up. But you couldn't see his increasingly flustered expression with his face pressed to your chest. And you were warm and comforting. And your hands in his hair didn't feel too bad. Maybe he could indulge. Just for a moment.

Crash

Vil groaned, and left the bathroom he'd been doing his makeup in, watching you stare at a shattered bottle. Was it potion, perfume, or lotion? Even you probably didn't know. You just saw a shiny, pretty bottle, and had to touch.

"I'll pay for it!" You shouted, eyes wide with fear.

He sighed, flicked his pen at the broom he'd bought not long after dating you, and watched as it magically swept up the pink shards and goop on the floor.

He then half heartedly glared at you, lazily pointing his pen in your direction.

"Don't touch another one."

You aggressively nodded, and he returned to the bathroom to finish his look.

Ten minutes later, he heard it.

Crash

He covered his mouth to hide his quiet laughter. He truly couldn't leave you alone for ten minutes. It was endearing truly. He heard the broom fall as you, he assumed, hastily moved to sweep it up, and he couldn't hold back anymore, allowing himself to release a full, joyous laugh.

"Hold that," Idia said excitedly as he passed you the scissors he'd just been using. His new game system was here! And he'd bundled it so that it came with Star Rogue 2, which had only just come out! 

He slowly pulled it out of the box, holding his breath from excitement, and,

"Fuck!" 

He turned to look at you, and your thumb was in your mouth.

"What's wrong?" 

You pulled your thumb out, showing a cut on the finger pad. 

"Ortho!" Idia called in a panic, holding your hand and staring at the cut. In his panic, he stuck your thumb in his own mouth.

"Ew, Idia," you said, face full of disgust at your boyfriend's spit on your hand.

Ortho came over before he could respond, and pulled your hand from Idia's mouth. He immediately got to work on the cut, seeming to have been aware of the problem immediately.

"How did you do this?" Idia asked, rocking back and forth to get rid of his nervous energy.

You looked up at Ortho, then back at Idia, then back to Ortho.

"I'm embarrassed to say it when Ortho is here. He'll just give me a speech."

"I only give speeches when you need them!" Ortho said defensively.

"Which is everytime," you muttered bitterly.

"Y/N, please, I'm scared. Tell me what happened!" Idia cried, beginning to pace as Ortho wrapped a bandage around your thumb.

You stared at the floor. "Well, you handed me the scissors, and I was curious how sharp they are, so…"

Idia groaned, and Ortho immediately began his speech about scissors.

Malleus knew he was tall, especially compared to humans. So he'd never thought much about how insistently stared up at him, eyes full of expectation.

It wasn't until he watched your cat creature's eyes do the same thing as he tied a shoelace, one day, that he realized that you wanted something. And it wasn't hard to figure out what it was.

"Are you looking at my horns? If you're so curious, you can touch them freely. But only if you are ready to see what will happen afterwards."

Little did he know that he had stumbled upon a rare breed of human, one that was unafraid of him, but to an unrealistic extent.

It was visible today, while you were on a walk together, and then you stopped walking. He paused to look back at you, but it was too late. You were climbing his body like a koala, all to reach his horns.

"If you simply asked me, I would let you touch them."

"So shiny! Must touch!"

He laughed lightly as you reached his horns, and heard you attempt to knock against them. They didn't have feeling, but he could guess from previous times this had happened that you were poking the points with a finger and running your hands up and down them.

He felt a pull on his head as your lower half lost its grip, and you helplessly dangled while holding his horns.

"Oh, my silly child of man," he laughed. "What am I going to do with you?" He flicked his pen and helped you float down, then turned to you. You were sitting in the grass and pouting.

"I wasn't done," you muttered.

He knelt in the grass with you, then lay his head on your lap, laughing again as you excitedly traced his horns, allowing himself to relax under your care.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Sigma and Fyodor with the prompts: fitting them with a collar and dressing them up in degrading outfits plsss. I need my subby Sigma. :3

Your thirsts shall be satisfied! Two subby men right away :]

Dom!gn!reader x sub!Sigma/ Fyodor (separate)

Warning: collaring, teasing, feminisation, hierophilia, cross dressing, established relationship(s)

Anniversary event

Sigma

He doesn’t even know why he agreed, he must have been out of his mind. He knew it was bad news when you came up to him, smiling all giddily, unable to hide your intentions while asking him so sweetly, “you’d do it for me, right? Plea~ase?”

And his intuition wasn’t wrong. Poor boy could barely contain himself when he saw what you had in store for him, and it took ages to actually convince him. Deep down, he cursed himself for being a push over when it came to you, but what was he supposed to do?

That’s how you got him to wear a super cute and revealing bunny boy costume, a typical one, except that it had some purple elements. Some of the ribbons were in a cute lavender colour. With it came a pair of bunny ears and plug tail, as well as some basic stockings. He didn’t dare to wear the tail by himself, since he was too embarrassed, and frankly, he didn’t manage to do it himself.

When he walked out of the room, to showcase just how amazing these clothes complimented his body, his face was already a bright red hue. Arms crossed in front of his chest, gaze lowered to the ground and knees threatening to give up underneath him. You gulped, astonished by how beautiful and sexy he looked, then you clapped as you complimented him, “it looks great! Really, really good!”

“Shut up..” Sigma replied all feisty, clenching his eyes shut as he shuddered. He wasn’t cold, it was because his heart was pounding really fast, pumping blood to his cheeks and lower part. It was too much for him to handle. “Aww, how mean of you~ I thought you wanted to be a good bunny?” You cooed at him, standing up and walking towards him with your hands behind your back, probably holding something, hiding it from his field of vision.

The male leaned back when he felt you were too close, eyes staring holes at the thing you were hiding, putting his hands up in front of his face, “h-hey, don’t tell me you have something lewd in mind.” You faked a surprised expression, gasping all dramatic, “something lewd? I’d never, what do you think of me?” But the smirk you had on your face told him otherwise, you really had to work on your mimics.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” You explained, then quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, whispering a small, “promise ♡” He stared right into your eyes, sweating a little, body heating up at the closeness and intimate nature of the moment. That’s when he felt something being wrapped around his neck, and it tightened, choking him for a split second.

That fraction of a second was enough to make him jump and gag, yelping and whining, “argHH..! What- what are you doing?!” The suffocating feeling was soon gone, though now replaced with a slight itch of something wrapping around his neck. “Ahhh, sorry for not alarming you. It looks so pretty though!” You apologised halfhearted, pressing your hands together as you did.

He frowned, still blushing. To be honest he had an index what it was, though just to be sure, he reached for the item with his hand and brushed over it. As expected, it was a collar. “…why are you being so sneaky with putting it on me, you gave me a heart attack.” Sigma complained, looking away in shame. He was getting really flustered and aroused due to all the set up he wore, the blush even crept up to his ears now.

“I wanted to see your surprised expression.” You answered in a heart beat, now wrapping your arms around his waist. “It was so worth it.” The boy glared at you, pouting slightly. Then he felt you grope his butt, and he shrieked, squirming in your grasp, shoulders jerked upwards and he mumbled, “w-what now?!”

“Where’s your tail, little bun’?” You asked, not stopping yourself. He grasped your shoulder and pushed you away weakly, his voice was meek as he replied, “obviously not there..” Suddenly you chuckled, that caught him off guard. Which is why he stopped avoiding your gaze and glanced at you, immediately regretting that action because god he could feel his legs going weak because of that look on your face. It was as if you wanted to devour him.

With a low voice, you teased your little pet bunny, asking all provocative, “let me help you grow a tail then?” And gone was his last ounce of dignity or resistance. He didn’t even put up a fight as he fell into your arms, twitching all over while whispering his answer, “p-please do..”

Fyodor

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 1, Peter 4:8.” His beautiful voice, as graceful as ever, whispered softly while he scanned over multiple pages from the bible. He wanted to read you some of his favourite verses, lifting the corners of his lips slightly, eyes focused and sparkling. This was one of his hobbies, he liked how calming it was.

Most of the time, you weren’t even listening properly, instead you liked seeing that eager glim in his pupils. Sometimes he’d catch you staring, well, he knows you are, but he doesn’t mind. Still, you’d occasionally ask some questions, to keep him entertained, “what does that mean?” Fyodor closed his eyes, still smiling at you, then replied, “there is no definite answer, though if you ask me… I’d say sins committed in the name of deep love can be justified.”

You stayed quiet, thinking about his statement. Somehow that clicked in your head, and you asked to make sure, “Is that why you don’t hesitate when doing stuff with me?” He didn’t responded, only continuing to grin like nothing happened before leaning closer to you and giving you a peck on the lips. A sense of warmth and comfort swallowed your pounding heart, and you chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

When you glanced at him again, you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful he was. That thought kept plaguing you, making you want to see him in a prettier outfit. “Hey, I think that’s enough for today,” you eventually declared, playing with his hair as you waiting for him to finish the page. “Hm? Alright then. I take it you have something else in mind?” Fyodor closed his bible, placing it onto the table next to him, looking at you expectantly.

“Yea, I actually do.” You told him while you grabbed his hand, guiding him to the closet and picking out some clothes for him to wear. “Ah…” he made a small sound of acknowledgment when he saw what you choose for him, then nodded and said, “i see what you want to do, well, I guess I don’t mind trying.” Despite how calm and collected he sounded, the small blush that crept up his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you. Hence, you teased, “by the looks of it you are pretty excited as well.”

There goes his carefully crafted facade, he let a sharp sneer slip pass, then rushed you to get out. You had no choice but to wait until he was done. On your way out of the bedroom, you quickly opened one of the drawers, taking something with you. You hummed to yourself the entire time, anticipation building inside you. After about 10 minutes of leaning against the wall outside of the room, you heard the much awaited click of the door. Without wasting a single best, you barged back in.

“And? Does it fit? Lemme see-” annnd the waiting was worth it. You felt a tingle in your stomach when you laid your eyes on him, on his almost completely nude body. He was only wearing a set of black nun lingerie, with an equally dark cloth thrown over his head. The way he stood there was awkward, as if he wasn’t completely comfortable wearing these clothes. His eyes soon found yours, and his gentle smile returned.

“What do you think?” Fyodor teased, bending over slightly to make himself smaller, looking up at you, doing his signature expression. The bra and panties fit him perfectly, it emphasised his figure very well. Though it also reminded you of how awfully skinny and sickly he actually was, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from pulling him into a tight embrace. Wrapping both arms around his waist, pushing your body against his while mumbling sweet nothings into his ear.

One praise after another fell from your lips, grazing and tickling his skin like a tender breeze. “You look like an angel.” You said, even though his outfit was probably way too suggestive to be anything close to an angel. Nevertheless it didn’t change the fact that you thought he was heavenly. “Really, so gorgeous.” His blush darkened by a few shades, then he pushed you away playfully, whispering, “that’s enough. Can I change back now?” In contrary to what he expected, you shook your head, telling him, “there’s still one more thing.”

Before he got the chance to guess what you meant, you pulled out a collar that matched his eye colour. “This, I want to see you wear it.” You told him, so very straightforward, already getting to work and wrapping it around his neck. “Can I?” After you were almost done, you finally decided to ask him. He reacted pretty slow, eyes widened while he let you do what you wanted. And when you asked for his opinion, he hesitated for a bit, though in the end, he nodded meekly.

With a swift move, you adorned his neck with a personal collar, adding the final touch to his outfit. “It’s perfect.” You gasped astonished, reaching out to the collar and sticking one finger in, pulling slightly, “does it hurt?” The boy shook his head even if he gaged a little. Because of the pull he was now dangerously close to you, basically as close as earlier.

Without missing the chance, you spun him around and pushed him onto the bed, smiling as you chirped, “now, let’s see how deep our love is.”

There he was, all hot and bothered, almost laid bare, on his back, waiting for you like a five course meal you couldn’t resist. He smirked widely, giving you a cheeky answer, “I’m sure it’s deep enough to excuse whatever you’re going to do to me.”

Bonus!

[steviewashere]

Hi possible prompt for your ask box celebration (congrats on 330 btw!!)

Eddie is one of those street poets w/ a typewriter that will write people on the street a poem abt anything they ask for, in exchange for tips or like $5

& Steve walks by & asks for a poem & Eddie is immediately like 😍😍😍

& then maybe Eddie flirts outrageously through the poem, or he tries so hard to keep it #professional but he’s so goo-goo over this (Adonis of a man) guy that he fails miserably, or whatever direction you would want to take it

anyway Steddie meetcute street poetry 🥰🥰🥰

This was such a fun prompt. And before we get anywhere with this, I did have to write a little poem here and it does sort of suck. Apologies in advance for it. Steve Harrington is usually not my main muse, lol. But I still enjoyed this <3

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Meet-Cute, Set in New York, Strangers to Lovers, Mild Angst, Fluff, Steve Harrington Has Self Esteem Issues, Brief Mentions of Car Accidents, Poet Eddie Munson, Muse Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington's Friendship, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Sunshine

Also on AO3 (because this one got long)

📝————————📝 Eddie Munson doesn’t sell drugs anymore. Nope. He’s a refined, renewed, reorganized man. That being said, he still needed to make money somehow. It wasn’t enough to do just mechanic work on the weekdays; something had to happen over the weekends, else he wouldn’t make it for his bills.

So he picks up a few new hobbies. Cycling, because that was the cheapest way for him to get around—he’s not particularly good at that one, but he still tries anyway. Photography, because his neighbor was selling his older cameras and the opportunity just couldn’t pass by. Then, there was his new found little business/career/dilly-dally.

Poetry.

On weekends, Eddie Munson, the guy who can’t afford to go to jail because of some rat-faced little tell-all not liking his product, writes poetry for a bit of extra cash. He sets up in Central Park with a little collapsable table and a few stools, a heavy as shit typewriter that his uncle off-loaded onto him, and enough paper to whoever is buying. There’s a tip jar dutifully set up by his feet. And the pay rate is whatever people can afford or want to afford.

One time, he wrote poems for a group of six giggly, drunk girls coming back from brunch mimosas—they gave him $30 each. Another, a little old man who had just beat a group of preteens at basketball—he could only afford the $3.50 that was rattling around in his shorts. Sometimes kids would come up and ask about getting a poem about their mom or their puppy or the little daisy they had just picked—they got theirs for free (they need to save their money for ice cream. And, also, he’s not going to get in trouble for a kid choosing to spend their lunch money. No sir-ee).

The weekends could be dry, though. They could get boring. But the sun hits him nice. And he usually sees a few beautiful pooches. And, well, he gets to work on his craft. A passion of his that he held onto since being a little kid. And people appreciate him for it, which is…nice to put it in simple terms.

This Saturday, though, is a rather dry day for customers. It’s overcast. There are less people out, though Central Park is never completely empty. And his tip jar is basically just flies and dust.

Until, fortunately, a man approaches him. He seems timid, a bit shy, even if his smile is all charm. His hair is swooped over and curling at his shoulders, brunette with blonde highlights. The man’s skin is tanned from the most recent summer, not quite fading into this early fall. Dotted with moles, poking out from the collar of his polo and the sleeves, down to his wrists, a few on his face. He has a gorgeous nose: greatly geometric and centered between all his features, sun kissed on the tip, a little crooked on the bridge—aquiline. His lips are a soft pink, a bit pouty, stretching wonderfully around his straight, white teeth. And his eyes are a tad downturned, hooded, shiny with excitement; hazel, but leaning more towards a light shade of brown, fanned by long, dark eyelashes, and squinting with his smile. He’s tall—probably around Eddie’s height, 5’11”. Pretty fit—his arms are toned and his hands are large and he’s broad on the shoulders, but he’s not bean pole thin like Eddie is, just a little chunkier. And, Eddie’ll never admit this out loud, but the dude’s got a great ass, perfectly squeezed in by a pair of Levi’s—light wash, edging on skinny, but not entirely form-fitting. His polo is a darling yellow ochre; rich and warm and perfect to his skin tone.

He doesn’t know what kind of poem he’ll write for this guy, but fuck him, he just wants to wax on and on about this literal slice of heaven that’s standing over him. Smiling. Hands clasped together in front of him. His bright, sunshine eyes. And…yeah, that’s a word to describe this guy.

Sunshine.

“Um—hey, you’re the guy that does the little typewriter poems, right?” The guy asks, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes his hands tighter together. He shifts from one foot to the other, a quick nervous tic that you’d miss if you weren’t looking at him. And now that he’s stepped closer to the makeshift “booth”, Eddie can smell him. There’s a rich earthy undertone to him—the bark of freshly wet pine trees, a drop or two of eucalyptus, and there’s a touch of citrus to him, too; orange or vanilla-lemon, it’s hard to tell.

Eddie wants to stick his nose in the crook of this guy’s neck. Wants to suckle on his skin. Lick a stripe from the underside of his jaw, down to his ankles, and back up all over his face.

But he just smiles, soft and pulling, and blinks up at him. “Yeah, that’s me,” he states softly. “Want me to write you one? It costs however much you’d like to pay.”

“However much?” His face goes a little complicated. The biggest, Muppet-esque frown Eddie’s ever seen, the pinch of his eyebrows, and a tilt to his head. He’s gauging the near empty tip jar, from where his eyes seem to trail. “Isn’t that a bad rule for business?”

Eddie shrugs. “I dunno. I know nothing about business. But…It’s kept me afloat most of the time, so it’s not terrible.”

The guy makes a short grunt of assessment. “Hm, okay,” he murmurs, “do I pay you now or after?”

“After.”

“Okay,” he murmurs again. Even his voice is doing things to Eddie. It’s all deep at the base of his throat. A little raspy as if he smokes cigarettes; probably does based on the curl of stale smoke Eddie smells from him as he settles into a stool. “I know that you usually do whatever prompt the customer gives, but I’m sort of…I’m pea for brains, so I can’t really think of anything. Is it okay if…Can you just pick something?”

Eddie tilts his head and looks off of the guy’s shoulder. Miffed at how downtrodden this stranger is on himself. He gazes back and asks, “Can I write about you?”

His eyes widen and he jolts in his seat just a fracture. “I mean, sure. If that’s really the muse you want to go with.” And then he gives a self-deprecating chuckle. Eddie kind of wants to shake him by the shoulders and scream to the whole fucking galaxy about how beautiful he is. But he restrains. “Nothing about the scars on the backs of my arms, though, please,” guy adds a moment later, so quiet that Eddie almost misses it. “It’s from a bad car accident and I—I’m just now getting back into the swing of wearing short sleeves.”

Nodding, Eddie says, “You got it. And hey—“ He takes the sleeve of his t-shirt and rolls it up. The shirt’s from an old club in high school, the Hellfire Club. Quarter sleeves to his elbows. But right above the crease of his left elbow is a long, scraggly, winding scar that creeps from the base of his neck. He even points to the side of his face, at the large swatch of scarring on his jaw. How Mr. Beautiful Stranger didn’t notice it, Eddie’s unsure. “—I understand,” he states gently. “Also from a bad wreck. It happens to the best of us,” he tries to joke.

And even his laughter melts Eddie. High pitched and unrestrained, giggles coming straight from his heart. “Yeah, okay,” he sighs. “Sure, I’ll be your muse.”

Eddie sets up his typewriter, at the start of the paper, two fingers down, not indented. “Do you care if I use your name as the title?”

“Steve,” he softly says, “and yours?”

The corners of Eddie’s mouth curl upwards lightly, just a little thing. “I’m Eddie. Some people around here will call me Ed, but you call me whatever you want.”

Steve hums. “How about Eds? Actually…Unless that’s—That might be stupid, never mind.”

Barreling, Eddie just asks, “How ‘bout I call you Stevie?” He grins with it. “We can be Eds and Stevie, the unlikely duo.”

Another little fit of giggles, Eddie’s never felt so full. “Okay, Eds and Stevie, The Unlikely Duo. Thanks for not making me feel dumb.”

“You’re only dumb if you’re a bigot. And, I could be wrong, but every aspect of you does not spell bigot. You seem like a nice guy, all things considered.”

Instead of a verbal response, all Eddie receives is a slow lull of silence. But when he looks up, Steve is staring right back. A soft, pleased smile on his face. Cheeks flushed. It’s like he’s bursting at the seams with the approval. Maybe he is, Eddie considers, maybe nobody’s ever told him that. And that thought gets shut down almost as fast as it formed, makes Eddie’s chest hurt just a little too much to work through.

“So, Steve, what’s got you out here this morning?” He works better with conversation, so hopefully Steve will give him this.

“Oh,” Steve softly exclaims as if he wasn’t expecting Eddie to talk to him. Or to acknowledge him. Or to even exist with him past this poem. “I come out here and feed birds on Saturday mornings. Technically, I don’t think I’m supposed to, but nobody’s stopped me. Just ran out of seed and was sort of wandering around and remembered that you were here. I’ve never had interest in coming over here, but I’ve seen you, so it was just what my best friend told me that drew me over.”

“Mm, word from mouth. All good things, I can only hope.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, amazing things, actually. She said you were really nice to her. She had come home from brunch with a few of her friends and they were tipsy.” He sighs, chuckling through it. “It was noon on a Saturday when she came back to our apartment. And I could smell the alcohol on her. Think I was…I had been sleeping—I’m a heavy sleeper and I’m chronically fatigued all the time, so I tend to sleep in late. But she came into my room, shook my shoulder, and was a crying mess when I finally saw her. Asked her what was wrong. She just blubbered on and on about how a really nice guy wrote something really nice for her about her little friendship. And I just…I don’t know. I wanna read something that makes me feel better about the world and maybe also reduces me to tears.”

Eddie stops where he’d been softly clacking away on his typewriter. He tends to type loud, but something about Steve makes him stop and appreciate even the air around him. Something about him just soothes Eddie. Also, the fact that he rambles is cute. He’s good at silences. And he’s good at just talking.

“Well, I can’t promise that it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever read,” Eddie slowly states. “I can try, though. I can try to write something beautiful.”

“You’re writing about me, so I’m not expecting it to be beautiful,” Steve quickly says. He backtracks though, stopped in his seat and wide-eyed. His mouth is agape and his cheeks are completely red now. “Forget I said that. That’s—I struggle a lot with that and I promised my best friend that I’d stop being so hard on myself, but it just is…automatic.”

As nonchalant as possible, Eddie begins to type again. He confesses more towards his paper, trying to avoid the eye contact, “You are beautiful, so this’ll come easy.” And then he’s met with that same slow lull of silence. The romantic kind of silence that Steve seems entirely attracted to. And, yeah actually, Eddie kind of appreciates it. The curve of the silence and the warmth of its face, the plushness of its lips in the ways it kisses the both of them. If Steve is so inclined to sit in this silence after admittances like that, maybe Eddie can learn to love them. If Steve wants more than just this poem.

He’s at the final stanza when Steve begins to speak again.

“Have you ever written about yourself?”

“Mmm, no,” Eddie murmurs, typing away, “no I don’t think I have.”

Steve takes a grand breath. “Y’know, if you like writing about the beauty in things, you should write about yourself, too.” He’s fiddling with his hands, focus elsewhere, when Eddie is openly staring at him again.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. Steve nods carefully, eyes shiny with nerves now. He’s chewing on the inside of his right cheek. Eyes darting back and forth and back and forth. “You think I’m beautiful?” He meekly questions.

“Yeah, I think so. You’ve got these…huge brown eyes that pull me in and they’re sort of soft on your face, kind of like a deer, maybe a baby cow? I love those two, so don’t be insulted. And…You’re always sitting in the sun, but you’re still sort of pale and it makes it easier to see all the little freckles you’ve got. And—I, for one—love freckles. I think that your hair is just wonderful. And I—I don’t know, I’ve seen you around. Maybe I’ve thought about you a little too much.” His smile is sheepish and cute. Absolutely adorable.

Eddie grins. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re hitting on me.” He works the paper out of the typewriter, smooths the fine wrinkles at the bottom of the sheet, and then looks his writing over.

Steve gains a manly kind of confidence to him now. He leans forward, just a hair away from seeing what Eddie wrote, and talks low and smooth. “And if I was?”

He glances up, warming on the face. “I’d say that I like it and…y’know, if my poem doesn’t suck, I know a good cafe around here. Only if this is good and only if you’re interested.”

“Show me what you got, Eds. I’ll probably take you up on that lunch offer after.”

In the short few years Eddie’s been doing this, he’s never been nervous to present his work. But he hands the paper over, hands shaking and palms sweating. And waits, with bated breath, as Steve reads it over:

————— There is a glow to him. A cast of light that brightens the world as I know it. From just one glance of his smile—all pearl and pink and new I could tell there was something special to him.

He’s sunshine, I believe.  The very ball of light, the all encompassing warmth of a celestial body, the very thing that continues to sustain. There is love through him, within everything he does.

Just one look at him and I’m refreshed. Even with very little, even with just appearances alone. May he know the way I was drawn in—maybe that makes me Icarus. To want to know something so much, you’re ready for everything that comes with it; Even the chance to burn up, even the chance to merge with it, even the chance to only see it once.

May he know that before I knew his name, I knew his smile. Before I knew his name, I knew his trepidation. Before I knew his name, I knew his warmth.

It’s not enough, to say he’s gorgeous. That’s not a strong enough word. But he is. Oh, how he is.

He’s painted my world golden— I see sunlight with him.

May he know that I’ll carry his light in my chest, May he know that I selfishly want more. ————— Finally, Steve’s attention goes back to Eddie’s face directly.

“I tried,” Eddie says, “it got away from me, though. And I…I didn’t write exactly how you’re beautiful. But there’s something about you—Something so out of this world, beyond what anybody could ever possibly comprehend. You seem like somebody worth knowing, worth being around.” He swallows hefty when Steve continues to just stare. His face is completely unreadable. “You approached my table and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. Just sucked me right in, every part of you. Sorry if this…If this wasn’t what you were looking for.”

Though, when Eddie is only met with that silence from earlier, he takes the opportunity to stare a little longer. At the high flush of Steve’s cheeks. The fine sheen of his eyes. There’s a little pinch between his eyebrows and a twist to his mouth.

“My best friend,” Steve wetly murmurs, “she always tells me that I’m the light of her world. And I—“ He sighs, the sound a lot choked and stuttering. “—I don’t know. I’ve never been able to believe her. I always just thought she was biased or something.” He looks down at the paper again, his thumbs running along the margins reverently. Steve sniffles. “I used to not be a very good person. Used to say things just because I heard them, because I knew they were bad. And it took…God, it took so long to relearn everything. To find myself, to figure out who I was outside of my bigoted family. Even then, I always thought I was just…” He shrugs. “I thought that I was destined for a lifetime of loneliness or something because nobody wanted to be around me. Because they thought I was one way, when I was really the other. Or they could only see me as I was, not who I am.”

Steve looks up to Eddie again. There are tear streaks down his cheeks. Wet and glistening in the little bit of light breaking through the clouds. With the sunlight on him, he’s even brighter than Eddie anticipated. It’s sort of unfair, too, how beautiful he is even when he cries.

“Thank you for this, Eds,” Steve quietly says, “you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You wanted to feel better about your world. I wanted to show you something that’s changed mine, I suppose.” Eddie sits slumped in his stool, hands between his knees, pulling and twisting at his rings. He chews on his bottom lip. “And I meant what I said earlier, Stevie. You seem like a really nice guy. A good guy.”

Slowly, and oh so gently, Steve places a tentative hand to Eddie’s left forearm. His gaze has softened, sweetened. He’s smiling this small, appreciative, pleased thing. And Eddie can already feel the sun burn developing. “You are, too. Really, Eds. You have no idea what your art does for the world, who you’re helping.” His thumb absentmindedly is stroking over Eddie’s skin. Hand heavy and warm and firm, comforting. Grounding. Sustaining Eddie. “If you meant the other thing you said earlier, I’d like to get something with you at that cafe. I’d like to get to know you.”

“Stevie, you’d be doing me an honor. Just let me pack up here, yeah?” He pulls away, hesitantly, unfortunately. And he begins to collapse all his equipment. Putting the typewriter in its case. The stools folded neatly under his arm.

“Oh, let me pay you first before you put—“

“Don’t worry about that. I’m getting a nice lunch date and a beautiful guy out of this, I don’t need the money.”

Steve grunts. He pops a hip out, crosses his arms over his chest with the poem still carefully held in his grip, and pouts. Eddie kind of likes that he’s a bit bitchy, too. Good guys can have fun, too. “Fine,” Steve huffs. “Let me pay for the lunch, though. My treat.”

Eddie gently rolls his eyes and smirks. “You’ve got a little spice to you, sunshine. I like that. Burn me up and maybe I’ll write more about you.”

“Keep it in your pants, Eds. We haven’t even left the park.”

“No promises.”

📝————————📝 Thank you again for this prompt, it was a lot of fun <33

[6okuto]

vulnerable vere is!! such a concept!! I love the idea of him eventually shedding that front he puts up w the mc but I’m curious as to how…basically, could we get some more vere hcs? 🥺 I absolutely love how you characterize him (and all the touchstarved charas!)

VULNERABLE VERE HCS

gn!reader | (hypnotic/alluring voice) red spring studio drop more lore so i don't look like a loser when all of this is absurdly inaccurate

VULNERABLE VERE!! aahh... with so little information to work with. i will try my best to think of possible scenarios!

starting out with going on a 'mission' with him—'mission' because it might not necessarily be an actual hunt. he could totally just lie to see what you'll do. you're intriguing!

a scene where you have the option to leave him behind, use him, hurt him in some way, and simply not doing so. and he's distrustful and shocked—maybe he had just done something to piss you off earlier—but you tell him you'd never have let that happen. and he might not thank you, but he eases his remarks for the day

^ actually you might get a Little thanks. just a little one. dependent on how far along you've gotten with him

you finding vere after he's gotten injured on a hunt. and he tells you he'll be Fine but it's cute how much you care but sits and lets you examine him anyway. maybe if you weren't looking for any scars or blood you'd notice the way his tail twitched when your fingers almost touched his skin

i don't think finding out vere's history is going to be as easy as a deep conversation.. like i don't think it'll be something he reveals voluntarily in some safe place. unfortunately. though i could still be wrong! which would be soo awesome

but to me. it seems like something that'll be commented on/exposed by other characters, something you'll be witness to when he has to transform, etc etc. and then there's an awkward tension because well, you're not really sure what to do now. you know vere and that's why you're hesitant, but also he kinda fucking hates the hesitancy

because ! great ! you've seen him ! and of course you're fucking scared (even if you aren't), of course you're staring at him silently, trying to start a conversation that no, he does not want to have right now.

but i Am expecting a deep late night talk. come onnn come on!!! there has to be one where he opens up a little bit, maybe he's a little tipsy, or he was and actually, he's quite sober right now, but you don't point that out because you don't want him to stop talking.

and then you open up. and he's silent while you tell him your story, when you tell him you wish you could touch somebody without the fear of turning them into something else. and maybe he thinks about every single innuendo he's thrown around and wonders what you were really thinking. wonders about you're different but also the same

and of course. the highly awaited scene of him finally letting you touch his collar/chains. you don't realize you're holding your breath, and he's sitting oddly still while your hands hesitate. then your hands touch the metal for the first time, and really you're not even sure what you plan to do. you have to be careful not to touch him, after all

and i think he might try to be dismissive of it . what the collar means, what letting you touch it means. your fingers follow the chain down his chest and he says something about how it's "nothing special," about how you're so nervous—does he make you nervous?

one indicator that he's learned to trust you i think could be falling asleep around you... like, not even just going to sleep at the same time with you, but simply letting himself rest while you're nearby. not having to worry about being woken for a job, or you trying to do something terrible, etc. i think that could be very sweet!

vere's tail...not just brushing it, but he flicks it at you knowing you won't retaliate in any harmful way. it's playful and teasing as always, but something he wouldn't do with someone he didn't want his tail near

a time where you can Touch him. perhaps the first time you think it's safe to try and he can tell you're freaking out so he moves into your touch before you can retract your hand

vere who is just like...a little calmer? he teases, but unlike the first meeting where he's dropping innuendos with every sentence, he doesn't really feel the need to do that? like vere's first meeting was definitely building up a character not just for us but for MC themself like...scratches head. anyway. vere in the morning where you've been in a relationship for a while and he's just. he comes up from behind while you're making a drink, and he might run his fingers along your back to send a chill down your spine, but then he's sitting down and holding a regular conversation about your plans for the day. yeah

i really want to know about vulnerable vere because right now . that one blushing sprite when you ask about ais at the end of the demo ... ??? like i Cannot imagine a scenario when else we could elicit that response. it is such a loving flustered gaze it's baffling because not a single story plot point i can think of right now for a character like vere would. ... well! it'll happen! it's a sprite for a reason! waauww...

[ourloveiselectrifying]

Can I get a NSFW alphabet for Kev *bats eyelashes* prebby please

>:D

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kevin is really into aftercare, he'd want to snuggle and nap first but once they wake up, bathe MC or have a shower together, pamper and clean them, lick and bandage any wounds if Kevin got a little too rough, and cook them a nice meal!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

They of course, love their cock, and loves MCs thighs/ass!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He swallows :3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd lick and nibble a lot cuz they'd have an animalistic urge to to take a bite out of and taste MC, Like cuteness aggression but horny violence.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced, he knows what he's doing, but it's been a while!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Preference on positions where they get to see MCS face/MC has to look at him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Humorous, will crack jokes while his cock is buried deep inside you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet does not match the drapes and he's well groomed for a dingo-man :3

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He likes to be affectionate and kiss/nibble/lick/rub.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Prefers to masturbate with his t-dick, uses toys, is a lot more whimpery and whiny on his own.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- petplay

- sadomasochism

- gags/blindfolds

- toys

- biting

- restraints

- blood

- sleepy sex

- drugging

- edging

- collars

- shock

- roleplay

- threesome (very specific situation)

- gunplay

- primal

- kissing/hickies

- breathplay

- cockwarming/worshipping

- outdoors

- uniform/costume

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the bike, on the couch, in the bed, and in the forest!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Instant turn-on is MC showing any sort of sexual attraction to them or being needy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- Breeding/pregnancy (he'll joke about it to freak out MC)

- Subbing (he'll humour a dominant MC, but shut it down as soon as they feel threatened)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Really likes giving and receiving oral, but a preference for giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough or gentle is dependent on mood/how excited they are, but they like to take it slow and build up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, it might evolve into regular sex though, or he'll just tease MC until they have the spare time for a proper fucking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, Kevin is constantly taking risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can and prefers to last a while, mostly one round, unless they're in heat, then it's all day if they had it their way.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He loves toys a lot, on himself, and MC (has a special dildo moulded just for MC, how sweet!)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They love to tease, specifically if it gets to MC!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud, panting, growls like an animal, and little whimpers and whines.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Doesn't like penetrative sex with others, but uses toys on himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Human form: Big T-dick!

Dingo-man form: BIG knot-dick!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, and has a sort of animal heat where he gets extra needy too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly, since all he wants to do afterwards is spoon and cuddle.

[mysticmellowlove]

hi!! if you’re too busy you can ignore this request but if possible could you write about a cheerful darling that knows of subby yans behaviors and mannerisms? like darling knows how obsessive and subservient yan is, but finds it cute and endearing!! (in some fucked up way LOL) so maybe they’re both already dating but yan gets insecure after seeing his darling talk to other people… and darling has to physically remind him that he’s all theirs and that they would never cheat when they have such a precious, loyal puppy at home…. <33 it makes yan fall in love w darling even more!!

Be it that you had read too many romance books growing up or that you were just secretly a freak but you just couldn't deny that seeing your boyfriend verbally threaten the bartender was getting you a little hot under the collar. It all started when you two went out to get a drink. Apparently, about twenty minutes in, your boyfriend thought that the bartender was getting a little too close.

Now he was leaning over the bar, his face set tensely as he whispered something to the girl behind the counter. The way his arms were straining in his shirt, the dangerous glint in his eyes and the bite to his jaw... oh no.

You got off the chair you were sitting on and walked over to him, trying to block the harsh words coming out of his mouth. Gently you laid a hand on his bicep and basically nearly moaned. He looked back at you, his eyes softening for a moment.

"Babe, let's just go home." You sounded pleading but behind it all there was a giddy smile. He did everything you wanted while looking only at you. It wasn't as if you wanted him to be mad but he was just so cute~

That's why you mentioned the bartender in your conversation, pulling his eyes off of you and towards the girl who was serving drinks. It was a devious plan but it wasn't as if you did it often.

His jaw tightened as he shot one last look at the girl before wrapping his arms around you, tightening his grip possessively as you both left the bar behind.

You could barely contain yourself in the car. The main reason why you pulled his strings like this was because the sex was awesome. The feeling you got when he was solely dedicated to worshipping every inch of you was euphoric. Attentive and caring, he could spend hours singing your praises. It was a power trip like no other.

Slyly you slid your hand onto his leg, feeling the tensing of his muscles as you stroked your thumb back and forth over his thigh. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

One would think that after pulling the same trick over and over he'd get to know your patterns but he always looked past it. Your openness towards anyone you met made him falter in his decisions. At least that's what you thought. Unless he knew exactly what you were doing and didn't care.

"Baby, is everything alright?" You faked your concern with that sugary sweet tone of yours, his greatest kryptonite. His eyes darted in your direction, his jaw tightening.

"You know you're mine right?" You almost rolled your eyes. However, you didn't and only pouted at his question.

"Of course baby!" He looked over at you again, his shoulders dropping in what seemed to be relief. A smile crossed your face as you let your hand move lower. He jolted at the sudden brush against his dick.

"I love only you remember? Or do I have to tell you again...? Show you again?" Your voice dropped into a sinful crawl as you shifted in your seat to face him better. Now with more flexibility, you undid his pants and stoked the tip of his dick over his underwear.

A sharp cough and a jerk of the car answered you as he tried to stutter out a sentence.

"Eyes on the road." It wasn't a suggestion but rather a command that fell out of your mouth as you slipped your hands under his boxers. You revelled in the sound of his quiet gasps. His head was slick with precum as you looked him in the eyes and brought your finger up to your mouth.

A keening whine left his mouth as you sucked his arousal from your skin. His eyes flicked back ad forth between the road and yourself.

"Why would I want anyone else when I have you waiting for me at home?" Slowly you jerked him off, watching as his hips twitched into your hand as he tried to keep his cool.

"Come on then, tell me." You pushed further as the car slowly came to a rolling stop in front of his house. With a final click, he shut the car off and pressed his forehead on the wheel, labouring huffs leaving his mouth.

With a mocking coo you picked up your pace, the slickness from his pre-cum only helping your hand move faster and faster.

"Y-you don't want anyone else." There was a dark possessiveness to his voice before his high pitched whine washed it away. Your eyebrow cocked.

"And why's that?" You could hear the nearly silenced cries leaving his mouth as his chest rose and fell quickly. His hips stuttered as his head flopped to the side, allowing you to see his unfocused eyes and open mouth.

"Because you have me.... because you love me..." He looked feverishly at you, his mouth spreading into a gentle smile.

Having a boyfriend that was kind of insane wasn't easy.... but boy was it attractive.

[sugar-omi]

any headcanons for what kind of sex toys the boys have? for themselves or their partners. who is the most embarrassed to go shopping for them and why is it derek? (ik cove seems the most obvious, but I think once they start fucking he is all about making you happy. plus he talks in the dlc abt "running out of supplies quickly" so we know he's gotta go like. all the time)

NO BC I HALF ASSED READ WHAT YOU SAID (my cat keeps begging for snacks, someone tell him it's a 1 time thing just for his 2nd bday like calm down Mr. fat cakes🤨) N I WAS ABT TO SAY DEREK THEN I REALIZED U SAID DEREK

anyway so conclusion is I agree. anyway imma go in order of cove, baxter, derek...

cove:

straps/dildos for days. I feel like he's a Little obsessed w stretching you out

mm I'm thinking flogger or smth as well since he likes pain sm

COCK RINGS.

maybe even blindfold as well bc sometimes he gets embarrassed n I think the lights off thing goes a bit deeper sometimes...

would love if you used it on him too but also he'd be so whiny n breathy if you're laid out for him n waiting n reacting strongly to his every touch n move...

omg how do we feel abt nipple clamps

you don't have to use em but I can totally see it for him, he'd look so cute w those

ooo what abt butt plugs, I think he kinda likes the stretch n sensation yk👀

definitely has a few vibes bc he wants to see how you react, how you shake...

he also has weird shaped dildos I'm not ngl to you. not tentacle level, but definitely weird ridges and knots🫣

baxter:

so he's into bdsm right... (I'll add the link here Inna bit)

I've said it a million times, but bondage.

he's a total rope bunny n a rigger. doesn't even have to be the typical rope, will tie you or himself up with long silky ribbons and ofc his tie if you're in a hurry/rlly frisky

basically a fucking vibrator collector

omg he's a vibrating pantie type of man too

another flogger/paddle man

definitely wants you to stuff him w a toy, vibrating or plug, and have him wear it all day <33

I think marking is a thing for him. signs of ownership

so hickeys ofc, but he would not be above collaring 👀 even if it's just limited to the bedroom or the collar is like a NANA situation or jewelry w your initials on it...

derek:

sweet summer child he is🫶🫶

even just flavored condoms/lube flusters him...

stuffing him is the way to go, lots of dildos and butt plugs are good

bullet vibes/magic wands...

highly suggest using a fleshlight on him, he'd be so cute to watch

I also suggest trying to sexual card/board games w him to spice things up, see what happens

also after I said the vibe panty thing w baxter I thought abt cove... have you seen how the girls beg their men to turn it down? that's so cove. all whiny n squirmy m barely able to stay on his feet. ofc he wouldn't be in the middle of the mall but fuck if you don't take it outside (baxter n cove are big outdoor sex men, as if it's surprising... the farthest derek can go is your balcony overlooking an empty beach or your car in the middle of no where, hes shyyy)

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Had some time on my hands in between writing papers to update. I fucking hate school man OH MY GOD...i can't wait to graduate next month. Stay safe, y'all & enjoy! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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SEVEN.

If Eri has any aspirations of being a singer, she’d put Mariah Carey’s career in a fucking coffin with the sheer volume of her wailing. 

Aizawa groans in agony and annoyance at the high–pitched sobs and wails that Eri has been making since early this morning when she found her precious pet missing.

It only got worse when Aizawa told her the black kitten they had both grown accustomed to had run away. He didn’t dare mention the crazy feline jumped out his window and fled across campus, never to be seen again. He didn’t want to hear how loud Eri could get if she learned that. 

He did everything to try and calm her down before he was due for work in an hour, but nothing seemed to work, not even the promise of pancakes for dinner. And Eri loved pancakes for dinner! She just stood in her PJs and wailed, her cute little face as red as a tomato and contorted in sheer, internal pain and anguish. 

“I. W-Want. M-My. Kitty!” she wails, each word punctuated by a sniffle. 

Aizawa stares down at his poor daughter, wishing there was something he could do. He could possibly adopt another cat, but with how close Eri became with that crazy-ass black kitty, can he count on her doing the same with another? 

“Honey, I’m sorry,” he laments, kneeling down to wipe at her tears. “I know you miss her, but I guess she just loved the outdoors more.” 

That was the wrong thing to say because Eri only cries harder, her tiny chest heaving with the sobs that break from her throat. Aizawa swears under his breath. At this rate, she’ll never calm down before he’s due for work, which starts in an hour. He hasn’t showered, changed out of his PJs, or had his coffee. And Aizawa needs his coffee. Otherwise, his head will be fucked up all day. 

However, when he hears a blessed knock at the door, he's sure he has a guardian angel. “Stay here,” he tells Eri before getting up to hurry to his door.

He opens it, finding Mic standing there in his gym clothes and carrying a shitload of stuff for Eri in a backpack that he has reserved only for her: coloring books, juice boxes; Disney DVDs; basically, anything that can distract a child long enough to stop crying. 

Aizawa has never been happier to see his friend. He was hesitant about calling Mic over here on his day off, but Mic also specifically told him that if Aizawa is ever in trouble, Mic is always there. And now, Aizawa is drowning in trouble. 

“Thank God you’re here,” he sighs, relieved as he pulls Mic into his dorm. “Sorry to call on your day off, but I don’t know what the fuck to do. She just keeps screaming. And I have to teach class in an hour.” 

He motions towards Eri who is now sitting on the couch, sobbing away into her hands. Mic immediately puts the backpack down without another word and swoops in to rectify the situation. 

“Heeeey, little listener!” he greets the red-faced girl, plastering on a big smile. “Uncle Mic is here! Now what’s all this about you crying, huh?” He plops down next to her, placing an ankle on his lap and looping an arm behind the couch. 

Eri only stops crying momentarily to tell him what happened, but it comes out as a whine more than anything. “M-My kitty ran awaaaay!”

Aizawa resists the urge to cover his eyes at her wails. He’s never seen her like this before. He’s always felt that he did his best to ensure Eri was at her happiest, even adopting a cat for her to make sure she wasn’t that lonely while he was teaching or patrolling. There aren't too many young kids at UA (her age, anyway) and he knows it would be hard for her to interact with children because of what she’s been through with Overhaul. 

His hands clench as he remembers that time, spending sleepless nights watching over Eri in case she wet the bed again or had another night terror. He vowed then to make her the happiest, but now, seeing her with her face wet and damn near inconsolable, he feels like a failure. 

Mic tuts at his “niece’s” crying and scoots closer to her. “Awww, honey,” he coos, wrapping an arm around her head, and cradling it to his chest. “It’s okay."

“What if she gets hurt?” she sobs into Mic’s chest. “What if she never comes back? W-What if...what if…” Her words fall into broken syllables as she continues to bawl into Mic’s chest, wetting up his pink shirt. 

“You’re sure you wanna watch her on your day off?” Aizawa asks nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Mic looks at him like he’s insane. “You kidding? I’m this girl’s uncle which means I’m her second dad. If she needs me, I’m here.” 

Aizawa has never been more grateful to have such a good friend. Quickly, he goes to Eri and kneels in front of her, slowly moving her hands from her face. “Hey, sweetie, Daddy has to go to work, okay?” he gently says. 

He’s never seen such terror in her eyes before. She frantically shakes her head, squeezing his hands in hers. “No, Daddy!” she sobs, tearing Aizawa’s heart in two. “Don’t go!”

Aizawa would gladly create a fake villain attack himself to spare himself a day with her, but he knows his responsibilities, and that includes his students. “Puddin’, I’ve got to,” he soothes her, “but listen: how does the sound of ice cream for lunch sound?” 

Eri doesn’t respond nor does she smile. Big, fat tears continue to slide down her cheeks that Aizawa wipes away. “I’ll come back and get you on my break. Be good.” 

He presses a kiss to her cheek before standing and glaring down at Mic in a warning. “If I come back here and see her like this, I’ll–” 

“You’ve got an hour to get ready,” Mic cuts in, barely even heading Aizawa’s warning. “If I were you, I’d stop talking and get ready. Chop, chop!” He claps twice before grinning reassuringly at his friend. “Relax, Shouta; she’s in good hands.” 

Without any more time to spare, Aizawa sprints into his bedroom to get ready for work, his heart splintering at the sound of his daughter’s cries. 

*********

Aizawa has never felt more hopeless than watching his little Eri stare down at her ice cream like she was expecting the damn thing to abandon her two hours later around lunchtime. 

Throughout the day, he’s been worrying over her, wondering if she ever stopped crying or if the cops were called because of her constant wailing. Mic never called or texted him, so he just assumed everything was fine.

However, when he went to pick her up for lunch, she wasn’t the hyper, bubbly girl he’d come to know and love. She was despondent and blue, not even touching smiling at him when he came to pick her up. 

She sits in front of him now at her favorite, quaint little ice cream shop several blocks away from the UA campus, a tight-lipped expression on her face and sadness in her amber eyes. “How’s your ice cream?” he asks, trying in vain to make today seem normal. “You barely touched it, y’know. I thought you liked cookies n’ creme.” 

Eri barely looks at him. Despite looking so cute in her pigtails and frilly dress, it means nothing without her bright smile to add to the outfit. Aizawa sighs, realizing this isn’t going to work. He pushes his cup of chocolate ice cream to the side and leans over to tilt her chin up with his thumb.

“Eri, honey, I know you’re upset about the cat running off, and I’m sorry that she did. I know you really cared about her.” 

The little girl slowly nods and Aizawa cringes. He feels like he just set his daughter up to grieve for her pet as if the animal is worm food by now. Goddammit.

“How about we see if we can find her, hm?” he blurts, going with the first idea he has to fix the situation. “Maybe scout the streets and put out posters.” 

Now, Eri perks up, the light coming back into her eyes. “Really?” she asks curiously, her eyebrows knitting together only adding to her cuteness.

Aizawa nods, just happy to see her smile again. He’d take her to the damn moon to find this cat if it meant he could see her smile. “I’m sure she didn’t go far,” he reassures her. “She’s probably closer than we think she is.” 

“Aizawa?” 

He isn’t sure why he doesn’t recognize your voice when he hears it, especially the way his last name sounds on it: like music. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t heard it in a minute since you supposedly went missing this weekend, but the way his body reacts to the sound of it hits all the same–he instantly freezes and his cock is rock hard. 

It doesn’t get any better when he turns around to see you standing there, a duffle bag hanging over your arm and an iced coffee in your hand.

His eyes greedily and shamelessly trail down your form, drinking in the way you look in your athletic gear: those tight black spandex pants that he’s eager to see from behind and one of those cropped Sherpa pullovers with the zipper pulled down enough to show him a peek of your pink sports bra and the slight curve of your breasts. 

'Oh, my God,' he thinks. Are you fucking kidding him right now? 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him and your trail shoots up straight, meaning you’re happy to see him. Happy to see him.

“I didn’t know you came here!” you giggle, motioning towards the little shop. “I always come here for the coffee.” You shake your iced coffee at him he didn’t notice until now because he was too busy thinking about spending you over. 

“I’m not used to seein’ you out and about either,” you playfully say, appearing easy-going and laidback. The last thing he wants to do is give you the wrong impression. So he closes his mouth (which was slightly parted at the sight of you) and tries to act as normal as possible.

“U-Uh, you too,” he stutters. “Um…you look…different. I-I mean out of your work clothes.” 

He makes a note to drink bleach later. 'Goddammit.'

You don’t seem to think it’s a weird response though. You just giggle that cute little laugh that makes his heart flutter. “Just got done with a yoga class. You look quite different yourself.” She nods at the attire that he changed into before lunch: a loose black tee, jeans, and some boots with his hair tied back into a loose ponytail. Underneath your gaze though, he feels naked. 

“Daddy?” Eri’s soft, little voice drifts to his ears, and he realizes that he is, in fact, sitting with his daughter while thirsting over his crush.

You gasp, covering your mouth embarrassingly. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” you quickly apologize. “I totally ruined your date!” 

Aizawa looks at Eri who curiously stares up at you. “No, it’s completely okay,” he chuckles, liking your humor. “Eri, this is my good friend, Y/N. She works with me at UA. Y/N, this is my…”

His mind pauses, wondering if he should flat-out tell you he has a kid. Niece? Little sister? Cousin?

“Daughter,” he finally decides, hating to lie to you. 

Your wide eyes tick from him to Eri, realizing setting in. “Oh!” you exclaim, looking surprised but not spooked. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Eri. Such a pretty girl you are.” You suddenly gasp, your eyes falling to the buttons decorating the strap of her little pink messenger bag. “And you like Sailor Moon? You have great taste!” 

Eri’s eyes brighten, all of her gloominess suddenly gone. “Who’s your favorite Scout?” you ask curiously.

Eri is more than happy to respond. “Sailor Mercury,” she giggles. “I have a Luna plushy too!” She sits up straighter, all gloominess gone the instant you begin engaging in conversation with her. 

You give her a shocked, open-mouthed look, eyes wide and so expressive that Aizawa wants to laugh. “Mine too! I don’t have a plushie, so you’re lucky. Do you have any more plushies I can be jealous of?” The white-haired little girl practically falls out of her chair to get out her little tablet and show you pictures of all of her plushies. 

As she feverishly talks about each one, you nod along and pay close attention to her, giving eye contact as needed. Aizawa watches in astonishment and utter adoration for you.

He’s never seen someone interact with a child in such a way, and Eri so excitedly to talk to an adult she barely knows. He can almost see this being a new normal, you sitting on his couch as Eri talks about her day, maybe the both of you coloring together before he comes home from patrols and you snuggle the night away. 

He scowls in confusion at the thought. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ he thinks.

“Woooww, Eri,” you gasp, gaining his attention. You're obviously over-exaggerating to make the little girl pleased with herself. “You must be rich havin’ all those in your room.” 

Eri giggles at this, shaking her head. “Daddy got them for me!” she proudly states, grinning up at you. “Except for the Pikachu one. My uncle Mic got it for me for Christmas.” 

“Well, that’s very nice of both of them,” you say and shoot Aizawa a wink. You suddenly begin to back away from their table, looking sheepish. “Well, I took up a lot of your time already, so I’ll just–“ 

“Don’t you want some ice cream too?” Eri asks, batting those pretty lashes at you that would make anyone give in to her. Aizawa’s eyes widen at her suggestion and he quickly reacts. “Uh, Eri,” he nervously replies, “Y/N already has plans. We don’t wanna ruin them.”

“I actually don’t have any plans,” you reply, looking flushed under the spring sun .“I took off today to run some errands and I was just gonna go home to do laundry…but that can wait if you’re okay with me joinin’ you.” Your tail swishes quizzically, curling at the tip as you anticipate Aizawa’s answer. 

He is sold the minute he gets a look at that damn tail. “Make room, Eri,” he says as he goes to fetch a chair for you. 

You thank him and sit down next to Eri, showing her your coffee. “I don’t need any ice cream, either. I’m good with just the caffeine.”

You sit with your legs crossed and your ears tiled forward and slightly angled to the side. They twitch every so often when you hear a bird or the honking of a car. Aizawa thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. He has to ball his hands up into fists to keep from reaching out and petting them. 

Not wanting to be silent the whole time you’re here, he decides to make some kind of conversation. “Nemuri mentioned you went MIA this weekend,” he says, trying to be as easy-going as possible. “Everything okay?” 

Your eyes widen an inch and your ears begin to swivel nervously. You must not have been expecting that question. But then your ears perk back up and you give him a big, wide smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Yeah!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically Aizawa notices. “I had gone out of town to visit my folks and it slipped my mind to call her beforehand. Guess you can imagine how that resolved itself.” 

Though you laugh it off, Aizawa can’t help but feel like you’re not quite being honest about your night. But then again, it isn’t any of your business. He isn’t your dad or your boyfriend. “So what did you do this weekend?” you ask, smiling down at Eri. 

“We got a kitty!” Eri blurts out, unable to keep the secret in. Aizawa gives her a fixed stare. “Eri!” he hisses to which Eri immediately covers her mouth, horrified. 

You look confused more than anything. “Nezu lets pets into the dorms now? He sounded pretty serious about that rule when we went over everything when I moved into the faculty dorms.” 

Aizawa huffs, pinching his sinuses. Eri’s filter erasure is usually endearing, but now, all he wants to do is slap a hand on her mouth. “He doesn’t,” he sighs. “I had adopted a cat for Eri this weekend, but the damn thing ran off as soon as I got her. Guess she just liked the outdoors more.” 

“We’re gonna make posters and search for her later,” Eri informs you to which you nod understandably.  

You glance at Aizawa, a hint of playfulness in your gaze. “Well, your secret is safe with me,” you say with a playful wink that tugs at Aizawa’s heartstrings. “And I know your kitty will come back to you. They’re never that far away.” 

Eri smiles at your advice, looking hopeful. Aizawa has never wanted to kiss someone more until you sat down and opened your mouth.

Suddenly, Eri gasps, her eyes animatedly wide. “Daddy, you didn't tell Y/N who your favorite Sailor Scout is!” she announces, very, very loudly. Aizawa has never wanted to choke a kid out more than his own daughter as you throw your head back and laugh. 

The rest of the lunch lasts for fifteen minutes until it’s time to head back to work. As you and Aizawa walk alongside each other up the trail to campus, Eri is busy picking as many flowers as she can: daises; daffodils; lilacs. Supposedly, she’s going to put them all around Aizawa’s dorm to “brighten up the room”. You thought it was adorable. 

Aizawa ticks his eyes over at you briefly, his heart thundering in his chest. 'Say something, idiot!'

“Thanks for joinin’ us today,” he says, grabbing your attention. He shoves his hands into his pockets. “Sorry Eri put you on the spot like that. She gets real excited sometimes.” 

“Don’t sweat it,” you giggle, waving a passive hand. “She’s the cutest little thing. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me hang with you guys. It was fun.” The cherry blossoms are beginning to bloom and he notices one petal dusting your shoulder. 

“Can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asks, surprising you and himself with the sudden suggestion.

You don’t look put off by it though, but your ears still nervously twitch. “U-uh sure, if it’s not any trouble for you. I could definitely use the company.” 

Aizawa internally smiles as the two of you begin to walk along the trail leading to the faculty dorms with Eri in tow. You two begin to fall in stride, walking at the same pace. It feels easy to do, Aizawa finds, and he likes doing it. Even the silence between you isn’t tense or awkward but peaceful and content. 

“I hope I didn’t overstep earlier,” you suddenly say, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I really didn’t know you had a daughter and I didn’t wanna assume anything.” 

Aizawa shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I keep Eri a secret for a reason: she’s a very bright little girl with a very powerful quirk. A lot of people are lookin’ to have that to themselves, so Nezu, the rest of the UA staff, and I basically protect her while she’s here. She stays in the dorms so Nezu can keep an eye on her and so I can ensure that she’s safe.” 

You nod understandably at the new information. “Well, she certainly made a good choice choosing you as her guardian,” you softly pronounce. “I see the way you interact with your students. They really like you, Aizawa.” 

Aizawa flushes at the genuine nature behind your words. “They can be good kids,” he admits, thinking about his students. “When they’re not stressin’ me the fuck out.” 

“Aren’t all kids stressful in some way?” you lightly laugh. Your smile is just as dazzling and illuminating as the spring sun shining above.

“I’m sure you know all about that as a counselor,” he says, hoping you’ll take the hint and tell him all about it. He wants to know everything about you…if you’ll let him. 

You groan, rolling your eyes. “You don't even know the half of it. Sometimes, them kids come into my office and it’s like pullin’ teeth tryna talk to them.” 

Aizawa nods, knowing a few students in mind that he can put into that category. “But if I can help at least one kid with their problems as they go through the craziness of puberty and becoming a hero, who am I to complain? I love what I do for these kids.” 

The genuine and true twinkle in your eyes and the soft passion in your voice make Aizawa realize how seriously you take your job. It isn’t just a good paycheck or benefits for you–it’s much more, and it all starts with the kids.

“I can tell you do,” he softly utters, adoring you more and more with each second he spends with you out here. 

You suddenly stop and stare at him, wearing an expression Aizawa can’t quite place. However, your pupils are dilated and your tail swishes slowly between your thighs, relaxed and…happy? 

Aizawa needs to get better with reading cats if he’s going to be able to read you better. 

Suddenly, you snap back into yourself and clear your throat. “U-Um, this is me,” you stutter, nodding up at the dorm windows. “I’m pretty close to Nemuri’s dorm.” 

Disappointment blooms in Aizawa, but he shoves it away, feeling stupid. All he did was walk you back to your dorm. Of course, it was bound to end! But damn, does he want it to last a little longer, just to stand here and look at you under the sun rays and cherry blossoms.

You give him a smile that sends the butterflies into a frenzy. “Thanks for walkin’ me, Aizawa.” 

“Call me Shouta,” he replies, surprising even himself with his boldness. “And you’re welcome.”

But you don’t turn to walk away immediately. He doesn’t know why, but he takes advantage of it. “You’ve got somethin’ in your hair.” His eyes fix on the pink cherry blossom petal caught in your hair by your ear. 

You go to try and blindly find it, but he stops you by quickly swooping in and brushing one of your pointed ears to pluck the petal out. As he does, his thumb lightly brushes your ear, causing it to twitch slightly. He nearly melts at the feeling of your soft fur on his skin and he itches to touch the rest of you.

He isn’t sure what he would’ve done if Eri hadn’t suddenly yelled at the top of her lungs, consequently ruining the moment. 

“Daddy!” She yells from across campus, making you both jump back away from what could have transpired between you. “We have to go or you’ll be late for your next class! Uncle Mic is waiting for us!” 

You look at him with wide eyes and a very straight tail. 'Yep. Definitely happy.' 

“Duty calls, I guess,” you sheepishly giggle. “I’ll see you later, Shouta.”

You begin to walk to the dorms and he lets you, no matter how hard he is from you saying his first name. He watches you until you finally disappear into the building, taking the scent of your perfume with you. 

As he walks back to meet with his daughter and go to work, he’s all smiles.

[earth4angels]

was re-reading sonora and thinking ab cute golden retriever vermax so much that it got me thinking. I have three ideas for dogs Vermax could be based on his description in the books as a dragon. Hes basically a moody princess who is wildly loyal. Made me think of a chihuahua at first but I dont think Jace would have a chihuahua. So... an Australian shepherd/border collie mix (my parents have one that I grew up w and she is a walking ball of stress and chaos, she rips up pants when shes annoyed at us, im not kidding!) Very active, very loyal, and very hard to maintain. They're mainly cow dogs y'know? Bred for running and speed and they're smart as shit! Then I was thinking about it and how they're not the most agressive of dog breeds. So I was thinking again and thought of a yorkshire terrier. Vermax was pretty small in the grand scheme of things and theses little mfr's have whats called 'small dog syndrome' and they bite people. They're needy little shits. Adorable! but needy. And finally I thought of a chow chow because why on earth would jace have a poofy dog. But its stubborn, loyal, and can be agressive if not socialized well. The thought of a modern!jace walking around with a reddish-brown poofy chow chow that is recently groomed with an olive green collar saying 'Vermax' made me giggle a bit. I need this in my life. thank you for coming to my ted talk im tired and thinking way too much about dogs lmao

I JUST STARTED SCREAMING READING THIS.. AN AUSTRALIAN SHEPHERD OH I SEE THE VISION. (lowkey.. now ima start writing vermax as a mix)

idk i do very much see vermax as a golden retriever OOORRR like you said a shepherd, super fluffy with big eyes .. would beg for your attention all the time and actually start growling if you ignored him.. IM KICKINGGGGGG

[ohgodimafraud]

👤🤧?

omg ty for the ask

👤 - Describe your current favorite character (including OCs)

rip im so sorry bc im already so excited.

my favorite character rn is L/ucifer (aka u/rushihara) from the d/evil is a part t/imer. im obsessed w him specifically. i was watching the anime and he came on and i was like oh no, cmon he cant really be my favorite but he just is.

he went from being an edgelord demon general who was previous ly the top archangel who fell j because he was bored and joined w the og satan and then joined with the current satan bc he was like i mean there was nothing else to do. over like 10,000 years old with absolutely zero aspirations other than playing pc games and eating snacks and online shopping. but also he does have some character growth but it's more subtle and hes just like so unserious and nobody respects him at all ToT

hes a little man with big wings. he got duped by some rando into spending crazy money on garbage and was like it's not my fault :( (( im socially awkward.

his whole thing is being a neet and exerting as little energy as possible for the most part but hes also one of the smarter characters for sure. like he does actually contribute to the group but it doesnt rlly up his respect or rep and then he usually evens it out by him doing something like ordering stupid shit they dont need while theyre trying to keep a roof over their heads.

he also has the most canon allergies ive seen in forever. an entire chap of the manga and a chap of the light novel and a 50 min DRAMA CD is dedicated to satan taking in a cat and saving it and l/ucifer sneezes the entire time. and theyre like stoooop being so loud!!! lmaoo T_T hes so cute and pathetic <3 i love him sm hes like basically a cat himself. but also during that chapter when the cat coughs up a hairball he prints out directions to the vet and is like dondt panig call a bro (pro). like ok. also he did try making a FOUND poster LMFAO.

something about him just resonates with me he has an unnaturally long life and just wants to live a chronically online life and i feel that. he gets picked up by the collar or scruff all the time and every time i see him i get like lkFLAEJKJRGJLKJ THERE HE IS!!!! yay!!!!!

🤧 - Do you prefer stoic characters or characters who complain?

both <3 like up until recently i was more for stoic characters or ones who will deny deny deny until theyre forced to admit theyre sick or yeah ok they are having an allergy attack. but i also think some complaining is hot. u/rushihara would def complain/has canonically been like cmon this really sucks u guys. D:< i think for me it's also about the dynamics between the characters and the situation/context. omg or a character who goes from im alright it's not bad to this suckkkss :(( and then starts making specific complaints and is all needy. damn. bye-

[lilylamps]

seapunk headcanons with long winded unnecessary explanations!!!

whwtegeahsh sorry if this is incoherent!!! (as always!!) i just like talking a lot!!!!! will be making a part two!!! cuz im,,,

crazy

-mayumi is a picky eater (like extremely picky)(AND THE INLY READON IS BECAUSE I AM AND IM PROJECTING)

- AND HOBIE IS NOT he is a firm believer in not wasting food because i’m like 98% sure he used to be homeless??? so i think he has a fear of not having enough food or starving or something idfk,,,!!,

- anyways he eats her unwanted food because she’s always like heyghehehUGHHHHHH 🙁🙁 when eating food she don’t like cuz texture and taste and UGH

- basically the olive theory

- he also eats her bread crusts cuz she doesn’t like bread crusts cuz she thinks they’re disgusting and inferior /hj?!?!!?!,,,

- he has this small habit of being protective over her BUT NOT IN LIKE AN ARGHHH ALPHA MALE 🐺🐺🐺‼️‼️TYPE OF WAY

- she’s just like kinda,,, clumsy

- so he does this thing where he’s helping her not like do anything stupid w/o her noticing

- like for example they’re standing near a railing watching stars she gets rlly excited cuz she sees a shooting star and leaning over the railing a bit to much for his liking, so he just like safely hovers his hand subtly over her back incase she falls

- or if she’s about to bump into something he gently moves her out the way or she’s abt to trip and he pulls her back by her collar softly because cuz she has no thoughts behind her eyes and is equivalent to a baby with no consciousness (JOKING but not rlly tbh she’s just fucking,,, stupid???? she’s very unaware even w her spider sense bru her spider sense is like the only reason she hasn’t been hit by an on coming car)

^^ them probably btw it’s so funny i love them

- hobie who loves aggressively and softly simultaneously????

- it’s versus the most wettest sloppiest biggest kisses and cuteness aggression about mc vs speaking to her gently and giving her the most whipped and gentle love struck look known to man kind whenever she’s not looking and little smooches

- they’re both equally as clingy,,, heueuegg but she gets embarrassed abt PDA cuz she’s,,, shyyeyeye,,,, so she tries to holding back???,?, but he does NOT cuz he has no decorum and doesn’t give a FUCK

- he rlly loves her cheeks thighs and tummy hehehrhryry (AGAIN NOT IN A WEIRD WAYYSYSY UGH)

- he just

- really likes how soft they are

- they’re so chubby he loves them!!

- they’re like pillows,,, ehehueue like wheneber he gets a chance to lay on her tummy or thighs he just SHNOREEEEEE MIIMIMIMIMIMIMI

- she is emotionally sensitive and fragile and hell???????????? BUT BUT BUT she has a weirdly high pain tolerance (might me a spidey thing idk yet)

- like she gets stab from a villain and she’s like ????? ow???? (NOT ACTUALLY it still hurts but she not like,, bawling from it,,, she’s more like why would u do that 🙁)

- but as soon as someone yells at her in a negative way she’s just

- 🙁

- ☹️

- 😔

- she is really emotionally unstable though cuz she??? doesn’t know how to deal w bad feelings???? SHE OVER THINKS A LOT

- yk the stupid fucking things cats do to get their owners attention by head butting them

-that’s her

-but real gentle

- just head buttin his arm or back or chest for attention

- also she’s kinda bad at like asking for things

- so she just communicates with really sad frowns and pouting and whining and heyehrhrhrhrhehhehe

- and he makes her use her words AGGRGRHRH IM NOT GONNA TYPE IT OUT CUZ ID FEEL CRING BUT YK WHAT IM TALKINV ABOUTTTT 👹👹

- this man is so fucking whipped for her

- and she is TOOOO

- this little shit (mayumi) CANNOT sleep w/o him because we all know her sleep schedule is shit and is fucked and is bad bad bad bad and she can only sleep w him or some kind of remnant of him

- BY REMNANT i mean like something that at least fuckin uhhrhr smells like him or something

- like she steals his band tees, vests, jackets, etc to sleep w or use as a pillow case cuz everything abt him is a sleeping aid for her

- and then he has to do like a shake down every two weeks because he’s somehow missing all his clothes!!! and so she has to surrender a whole closet of his clothes!!!!! (which i think she’d do anyways to like, rejuvenate the smell?? IDK YK WHAT IM SAYING) but summary she’s a little sneaky sneakster that steals his clotheshshd

-and i WOULD like to think she has a diy hobie build a bear of him,,, cuz im, crineg and i think stuffiesdj dedicated to s/o’s are cute 😖 like ik this bitch would buy fabric for this build a bear a make its own vest boots etc etc for it

- she also hides it religiously cuz she knows she will get flamed by him

- think i made a doodble of this a couple days ago but ummmnndhdb she likes singing him to sleep and he likes it too cuz he thinks he voice is nice and soft compared to the music he normalieyy listens too ifs just veryyr soft spoken

-def sings him to sleep if he has like spiderman nightmares and like kisses his tears away (if buddy even has any idk 🦅)

- it’s definitely the same other way around like he’d play her songs she likes on his old ass guitar (mayb his like, first one) and just comfort her or smthing

- ALOSO I SAW THIS THING AND IT WAS LIKE “you remind him of his first guitar” AND I WAS FREAKING OUR ABOUT IT BECAUSE SHE REALY IS LIKE HIS FIRSF GUITARF DUDE I RLLT CANT ELABORATE BUT BASICALLY SHE GIVES HIM THE SAME FEELINGS HIS FIRST GUITAR DID BECAUSE IT MADE HIM FEEL SAFE AND SECURE AND HE WAS ABLE TO EXPRESS HIMSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME W IT OR WHATEVER SHUTNUP

- ummm, their sleeping arrangement sucks balls

- CUZ ONE HOBIE IS STUPID AND BRITISH AND A FOOL so he cannotjr handle the hot when he’s sleeping ESPECIALLY IN HER UNIVERSE SHE ITS ALWAYS SWEATY AND HUMID (it’s literally just the philippines)

- NUMBER TWO SHE CANT SLEEP IF ITS COLD ESPECIALLY IN HIS UNIVERSE SHE NEEDS IT TO BE WARM AND ALWAYS HAS LIKE SEVEN LAYERS OF BLANKETS ON HER

-so one always wakes up frigid cold and shaking or the other wakes up at 3 am with a dry mouth in a hot sweat

- but they tend to take naps/sleeps(?) in hobies universe cuz for hobie it’s genuinely hell for him on her earth he’s burning he’s screaming he is NOT ballin

um!!! anyways!!!

lub u guys ☺️

[siphoklansan]

hai hai!!! i saw ur event :3 im here to offer a silly 4 interactions hehe

I THINK My shrimpy Yuu, Bida and Anan would be unlikely friends. Anan is an intimidating force that scares mostly everyone, and Bida is a little shit that has the audacity to give even the most respectable and powerful of people stupid nicknames. Plus i think the height difference is comical [147 cm and 186 cm ToT].

You can expect Bida to just suddenly come up running to Anan during break like "AN-AN!!! There you are! Been looking everywhere for you dude!" I don't think Anan would approve of Bida's kleptomaniac ways, but hey! At least Anan isn't one of Bida's targets!

[also as a side note bcoz theyre dormmates siphok having to be the one to reel in bida every time they get carried away basically scruffing them like a baby cat and them having an older sibling/younger sibling dynamic sounds very funny to me]

Good luck w the event!!^^

“Seriously, Bida…” Siphok lets out an exasperated sigh for the 30th time, “You know I can’t always be there to get you out of trouble all the time, right?”

Her hands were situated on Bida’s collar. Anyone that witnessed this scene was reminded of a cat being picked up by the scruff. It would’ve been cute, if not for a screaming third year that got one of Bida’s infamous stupid nicknames.

“You’re lucky Anan’s a huge softie.” Siphok shakes her head, an unimpressed look on her face “Next time, give Sebek a dumb nickname, yeah? I’d kill to see him fuming.”

I planned to make a mini comic where the twst boys’ reaction on Siphok getting turned into a baby. She’d call Anan “An-An” and when I saw this request I’m like AAACCKCKCKSMDKSKDMDODJMS /POS also Anan loves nicknames. He finds them incredibly endearing. As long as that nickname is not something offensive it’s a-ok! He doesn’t mind dumb ones too💓

Anywho- Bida reminds me of a shrimp and his design is so cute sobbing rn💔 I felt like I lost ten years of my life-span when I couldn’t draw his ponytail (is it even a ponytail? I’m not too sure but it looks like shrimp😔 I want to eat some now hsjshsh) I definitely see the friendship dynamic on Anan and Bida and oh lord ajsjdksjdns the chaos-

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hayoooo vaygus 💋💋💋

i’m glad da hear that you got some rest 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼!! omagaaaaa vinyls 😈😈, which one did you buy ? and plant food ?😭😭i didn’t know it existed 😨

i had a good day although tiring, but when i got home i changed the sheets, vacuumed and cleaned my room then showered and settled in my bed with my pou (lol idk if you see but the game pou (i bought a doll of it recently…impulse purchasing they say 😞😞) and then enjoyed some free time after all the exams🤞🏼🤞🏼

wouuuuyh, an actor seems so kewl and it suits you really good ☝🏼☝🏼 i have interest toward medicine too but the studies are so hard and long 😪😭😭 like i find the anatomy and just the medical sector so fascinating in general so i aspire to be a surgeon one day 🤷🏻‍♀️

otherwise, i’d reeeeeeally like to have a vlog channel (or a channel in general on ytb) and so TRAVEL. the first dream on my bucket list is to travel allllll around the world and also film it bc i loooove editing and stuff. i also would like to write more on tumblr specially in english, so, my other dream is to be bilingual 💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️ and to keep on with tumblr, having a community on it would be a must ,LIKE, having anons or ppl talking and sharing their life seems so kewl too 🌚🌚 and i think it’s gutch for nowww

off topic but, what are you 3 top song of the moment? for me, the songs i have on repeat are :

-astrology, kali uchis (unreleased)

-she’s my collar, gorillaz ft kali uchis 🌚

-low, sza

those songs are playing on repeat rent free in ma head 👨🏻‍🦲👨🏻‍🦲👨🏻‍🦲also off topic but you really gimme SZA vibes ???? (/pos ofc)

well bye bye (i wrote a whole essay sorry😭😭😭) have a good day, day at work, a good night and dreams 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼!

-🌟

helloooowww star 👨🏽‍💻💓

hehe yessss, i love anything vintage related so i have a lil vinyl collection — mostly the vinyls hang around my room and the rest i play while i work or write >.< i got the demon days vinyl by gorillaz and a night at the opera by queen, two of my fav bands of all time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i wanna get a tame impala vinyl too bc currents is prob my favvv album ever

lel yes 🧘‍♀️ i have a venus flytrap and it basically eats bugs and stuff like that. its near my garden, plant food in general i usually buy things like miracle gro n stuff !!

i’m glad u had a good day tho !!!! my day was okay, yesterday i basically stayed inside and did nothing. i’m gonna visit some campuses later today maybe and i have a piercing appointment today also 🙂‍↕️ LOOK AT UUUU being productive 🤞🏽 this is inspiring me to do spring cleaning today (is it still spring aha) so thank u !! <3 aw i remember pou, i used to stave mine bc i forgot ab it. poor bb

ooooo a vlog channel would be so nice !!!! ���� i kinda wanted to do smth like that too, like it could help w my speaking bc i hate speaking but its soothing to record urself and just talk yk? doing grwms or shopping hauls would be soooo cute. and same i wanna travel too, i hope to visit the states one day (im from the carribbean) but i wouldn’t know where i wanna go first :0

THANKKK YOU 💖 i know right, i kinda backed out of medicine bc of the long years of school you need for it. im okay w my current career path but imagining me as a neurosurgeon would be kinda cool 🙂‍↕️ it was greys anatomy that even made me so interested in medicine LMAO. ik how the show is nothing like irl but i loveee greys n had a little doctor phase for a while heh. but i wish u luck on ur writing + bilingual journey !!!! you got this my friend mwah mwah

top three fav songs would be — dark vacay by cigarettes after sex, pyramids by frank ocean, and evil by melanie martinez

ITS OKKAAY i always appreciate whenever u stop by 💓💓 you too love have a good day !! BISSOUS 💋

[beeindaclouds]

What Halloween couple outfit you wear w/ the DSMP

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

A.N: Can I just say, if the DT picture's don't have them dressed as the Power Puff Girls, I'll be angry >:[ /hj

Dream: Spiderman & MJ [Spiderman]

Did I get this idea from the face reveal? Yes.

Like I imagine most of your pictures being his facea slightly shown, just as a tease, even if he has face revealed already lol. And the obligatory upside down kiss u.u

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Georgenotfound: Team Rocket [Pokemon]

Honestly, I had no ideas for George-

But I think the costume would suit him, and you would 100% make a tik tok w/ the team rocket catch phrase

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Sapnap: Killua & Gon [HunterxHunter]

This is just me manifesting Sapnap cosplaying as Killua

The outfits are pretty comfy, and don't take much time to make. You two also probably bought very very cheap wigs and just went with it. But y'all looked adorable anyway

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Badboyhalo: Shaggy & Velma + Scooby

This was definetly just a way to get Rat to dress up as something too

Again, the outfits are pretty simple and, by the end of the night, you had so many pictures of Rat with the Scooby's collar and a headband with similar ears to his too. Your memory card is probably almost full by then haha

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Skeppy: Robin & Steve [Stranger Things] [Platonic]

Skeppy suits Steve's whole character so much

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I feel like they have similar personalities, and Stranger Things couldn't be more well known, so you two found a great costume

Quackity: Mario & Sonic

Honestly, I wanted to put a funny outfit but couldn't think of one T^T

I mean this one is not bad, especially after the whole "Chris Pratt" situation, it couldn't be funnier to dress up as Mario. And Sonic has been popping off w/ it's movies, so what a great couple haha

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Karl Jacobs: Prince Bubblegum & Marshall Lee [Adventure Time]

Really wanted him to have an Adventure Time costume, and what could be more perfect then these two?

Karl dressed in a prince like pink costume, while you rock a casual Marshall lee like costume. You definetly used the confidence you had in the costume to tease Karl a little, which he did not found funny at all. You could see it in his pink tinted cheeks

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Wilbur Soot: Harry & Ginny [Harry Potter]

This could also be changeable, maybe if you are more of a Drarry fan you could dress up as Draco

Regardless, Wilbur is already British, so what more could be perfect? He has the glasses, the attitude and just needs a costume and the typical lightning scar on his forehead

Technoblade: Thing 1 & Thing 2

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Philza: The Addams Family [Platonic]

Tristin and Phil would look absolutely adorable as Morticia and Gomez. Then you, and the rest of SBI, get to choose who to be of the family u.u

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Look me in the eyes, and tell me this isn't perfect? Right, you can't!

Cause let's be honest, Techno would be too lazy to make a costume. And with this one you just gotta have a red shirt and a circle of paper with "Thing 1/2" written on it

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Nihachu: Angel and Devil

Feel like this outfit is so overused by now

But you two found that it suited you very much, so you went with it anyway and looked damn good in the costume!

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Eret: Jack & Sally [Nightmares before Christmas]

Honestly, the outfits you can make for this are spectacular!

And you could easily agree on who to be. Eret could be Jack in his typical suit or Sally in her usual dress, and vice versa w/ you. We love a versatile couple u.u

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Punz: Nick & Judy [Zootopia]

Ok- hear me our- Nick's personality is basically Punz's-

And who wouldn't want to see Punz in some cute fox ears and a tail? Definitely not you. I can already hear Punz teasing you with the "Smart fox, dumb bunny" line hehe

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FoolishGamers: Sandy & Danny [Grease]

There are some aspects of Danny that don't suit Foolish, at all, but the costume would look amazing on y'all

You two also tried learning one of the dance too, it didn't end well, but the video attempts were hilarious and a great memory for the future

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Awesamdude: Cosmo & Wanda [Fairly Odd Parents]

Did I mainly go w/ the fact that Sam's color scheme is mostly green? Yes-

But the costume is easy, and you two rock it completely. You could also put your own spin on the costume, just to make it more unique!

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”