#spikey recs

[spikeymarshmallows]

Fic Reading - Jan 2023

I used to write, and thus posted "Writing Updates" each month. I'm now onto like... year fucking THREE of a writers block that is destroying my soul.

But someone suggested to find different ways to enjoy fandom. I have a few friends that track their fic reading so... I'm giving it a shot. I'm also gonna add some fic-recs because I think that's important :) Where possible, I'm gonna TRY to rec fics that I don't see all over the place, getting rec'd left-right-and-centre, or I simply think are spectacular.

Jan 2023

Total words read: 580 961 Fics read: 75 Podfics listened to: 6 Did not finish: 9 Rereads: 12

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Recs for the month:

I'll Be the Shadow, You'll Be the Light by jesskier - 60k, explicit - a 10-part really fun, sexy, at times angsty kink series. It plays heavy on the kinks, which I LOVE, with the aftercare and the complexities of feelings being so strong and just... it feels very real, you know? But also, it's hot as hell. I've reread some of this series 5+ times. Oops??

Eddie Munson and the Dreamboy by pukner - 8k, not rated - Look, I am a slut for anything pukner writes. "took you for a working boy" is one of my favourite fics. But EM and the Dreamboy just.... wrecks me. Features baby!Steve in teddy bear socks that makes both Eddie and I want to eat drywall.

On the Frozen Lake, Jagged and Beautiful - by kayeslin - 74k, explicit - I haven't finished this fic because I am listening to the ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE PODFIC. This is a fun fic, and Eddie makes Steve solve DnD style riddles every time he sells him weed. It's just... it's just fucking great, and you should all gobble it up.

international garbage man, i've decided that's what i am - by fenellacapella - 7k, explicit - so for those that know me, I really fucking love kink that... IDK, plays hard? that isn't just the standard "handcuffs and spanking" (I mean, I love those too! but I ReALLY love things that get a bit different too). This fic does that. The shower sex... face slapping... lowkey sexy-drowning-steve-with-a-showerhead... yeah, that's my kink. the Via Chicago series is great, tbh. >:)

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds - by pukner - 9.7k, not rated - Look, I'll try not to rant and rave about how amazing pukner is EVERY time I put together a rec list, but like, they never miss. They never. fucking. miss. This fic just gets you in the happiest spots and makes the world a little brighter.

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Fics I'm "keeping my eye on" (ie, they're WIPs but hot DAMN do I fucking love them):

dumb bunny, I'm wild for you by honeyvenom - 13.9k, WIP, explicit - I've written in my notes "Steve is a subby baby, and Eddie offers to platonic Dom him. It has a dark non-con fantasy, and the whole thing is REALLY REALLY GOOD, HOLY SHIT". So uh, that's my rec lol.

A Year in the Life of Chip Harrington - by courfeyrac and sourpastels - 51k, WIP, mature - I haven't read the most recent chapters because brain function? Haven't heard of her. BUT the first two chapters are just GREAT and this fic just feels like a warm hug in your heart. Based on the tags, I don't think it'll emotionally cripple me either, so yay!!

getting lost in the dark is my favorite part - by QueerOnTilMorning - 18k, WIP, explicit - AHHHHHH. Eddie decides to go be rid of his pesky virginity post-S4, and look, there is a scene that makes you wanna DIE (of embarrassment. for Eddie). But it's SO GOOD and has Steve and Eddie uh... learning things about themselves heh.

Trouble Looks Good on You - by indelicate - 25k, WIP, explicit - Steve is Strong and Eddie is a chaotic gremlin who likes to launch himself at Steve. There are ~awakenings~ and honestly, the author is REALLY fucking good at writing their sexual tension, holy shit.

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Goals for Feb 2023 Reading:

Read a (Stranger Things) fic 4+ months old, with fewer than 500 kudos

Read a fic with >80k words

Cross off 25 tasks in the Fanfic Reading Challenge

(2 AU categories, 2 Author categories, 4 Content tasks, 1 Minority task, 5 Fic Type tasks, 3 Numbers tasks, 1 Ships tasks, 1 Titles category, 3 Tropes tasks)

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Got any steddie recs I should read? (I ask, as if my TBR list isn't >250 fics now...). I'm particularly into podfics right now, and will hopefully be putting together a good list of those in the future too!

[kittymaine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chilchuck Tims/Laios Touden Characters: Chilchuck Tims, Laios Touden, The Winged Lion (Dungeon Meshi) Additional Tags: monster laios, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, laios eating chilchucks desires, Rape/Non-con Elements, no actual sex but its very intimate and invasive, i genuinely dont know how to tag for this, Minor Violence, Blood Drinking, but mild, Mindbreak, Tragic Romance, to me, Horror, Spoilers, this is basically just what if the winged lion laios copy didnt save chil, because he was feeling silly, References to Addiction, Addiction, Cannibalism, Kinda, but its very brief, Mutual Pining, Bittersweet Ending, though i would say its more bitter than sweet Summary:

Laios is a monster, and he has a monster's appetite, and in the frenzy of his hunger, he grabs the wrong person. He’s never been able to stop after the first bite. Not when the taste is this sweet.

[chibishortdeath]

I did a little bit of background practice yesterday. I usually forget that I could be drawing scenery and stuff so I’m kinda rough at it. It took like three tries to get the results of that first picture (second picture was one of those tries, and I’m not even showing the other one it was really bad 💀💀💀)

Also just throwing in some other doodles cause yeah :3. Simon. Some of these are from the same page and some of these are ones I think I forgot to post a bit ago so if there’s repeats then eh whatever lol. Explanations under a cut :)

This is pretty much just a study of a photo of a graveyard I ran into on Pinterest. Liminal spaces are very nice for finding background references because you can be sure no one is gonna be in them and they have the weird vibe that The Guy™️ should be in. But holy HELL trees are HARD. Like obviously I know what a tree looks like but the second I have to draw branches trees suddenly do not make sense anymore 💀

Another liminal space, this one was a path with the sky completely blacked out. I tried putting Simon into it but he kinda ended up a little muddled and too small augh. I’m also not very great at combining people and backgrounds so uh yeah. This one was also a much faster doodle just trying to warm up for the first one. But eh it’s cool idk. I need to put him in more liminal spaces or like try to draw the Simon’s Quest areas in 3D eventually.

Small practice comic! There’s no words, Simon just kinda walks a bit and passes out. I was gonna have more things happen but I didn’t have the room for it and decided to just leave it as a little practical piece. He’s probably gonna get up in a little bit and freak out about how much time he wasted.

Just a Simon head :3. His hair is fun to draw! I usually end up simplifying things as like a little uh polygonal… I think that’s the word… When drawing skulls, I usually go for octagons instead of circles because that’s much easier, but that ends up bleeding into how I draw hair making it kinda spikey and pointy in some spots on the top. I feel like I draw pretty inconsistently, but he’s very pretty and fun to draw regardless of how he ends up :3

This is some weird ass fan art of two things that aren’t related at all lmao. Sometimes you gotta crossover things that don’t make sense for the fun of it. This is Simon drawn based on a scene from the Fear Garden music video! Fear Garden is a banger, shout out to Chaa fr, it’s a vocaloid song about a girl who has a weird obsession with hands (Kira joke lol) and kills people to plant their hands in her secret garden where she treats them like flowers. Yeah, again it makes no sense, but the pose with the two mirrored characters was really cool and idk the vibes were there—

Simon sitting in between two graves, both say “BELMONT” in big letters, but one is for Christopher and Cyncia and the other is for Soleil and whoever his significant other was, we don’t have a name so it’s cut off. This has me thinking about the time in between all these characters hmm. Doing the math, Soliel would’ve been in his 90s when Simon was born, so there’s actually a good chance he wasn’t Simon’s grandfather, rather his great grandfather :O. Which means that there’s two generations we know nothing about between these two. And also that Simon would’ve never met either Soleil or Christopher or Cyncia :(. Then that has me thinking about fan comic stuff and how I’m gonna depict Simon hmmmmmmm. I imagine Simon spent a lot of time in the family graveyard tbh.

Simon is totally me when I dramatically collapse on a large marble monument of some sort in the graveyard— There’s also a couple attempts at drawing his paldrons at different angles but aaaa I can’t visualize these things properly. They’re just like kinda flared half ovals, why are they so hard to draw at any angle but like head on and top view 💀💀💀??? I’m trying to get out of the habit of drawing them bent in angles that don’t make sense but argggggg it’s hard lol.

Yeah, recent doodles tho yippie d(^^ )!

[venjamyra]

Here's my vashwood rec list for trigun fanfic appreciation week! I tried to put together some smaller ones from my bookmarks, and I noted my favorite line from each <3

wake me when it ends by @earlgay-milktea ◌ teen ◌ 2.8k

... and let me dream a little longer. They share a bed. Vash doesn't let himself enjoy it.

My favorite line: “If you can stand to believe in me,” he says, “then why can’t you hold me?”

Pinky Promise? by glacierenthusiast ◌ teen ◌ 3.5k

Wolfwood can't stop looking at the small bangs that hang in front of Vash's face. He plans to keep that and his thoughts about it to himself. Unfortunately, Vash is smarter than Wolfwood likes to credit him for, and notices that there's been a lot more staring from Wolfwood recently. He doesn't know why, though.

My favorite line: “Sorry… it’s sensitive.”, Vash said after a few more moments of silence in which Wolfwood remained as stiff as a board. Vash hummed, “It is nice to hear your heart, though.” Okay. Wolfwood has officially been fatally stabbed by the man curled into his chest, no doubt about it anymore. God, was this moron doing it on purpose?

Eye of the Beholder by @aboxthecolourofheartache ◌ vash & wolfwood (gen) ◌ teen ◌ 1.1k

“It’s always ‘dustball’ this and ‘dirtball’ that—I understand why. People struggle, suffer, die…. They feel like the planet is out to kill them, personally.” Vash lifts and resettles his chin more comfortably. “But isn’t it a beautiful place, too?” Wolfwood doesn’t have to look to know what he’ll see: sand. Sand and rocks, unrelenting vastnesses of bare, hot stone. “Hell’s not beautiful, Spikey.” Wolfwood taps ash off his cigarette. “That’s kinda the whole point.” ~~~ Vash and Wolfwood get philosophical, and rock heaven is human hell; it's an efficient system.

My favorite line: “Oh my fucking God,” says the priest. He’s been travelling with Vash long enough practically hear the stupid cogs clicking stupidly. Time for a wrench. “Where’s the stupid pebble? If I say sorry to it will you stop?”

Orange Juice by evenwiththemoon ◌ gen audiences ◌ 0.9k

"Wolfwood is slow when he has the chance to be. It’s almost strange to witness how different he is when he can let his guard down, but Vash appreciates it, lets himself indulge in it. Between skirmishes and missions, when they’re traveling and not just on the run, they get to play house."

My favorite line: He knows what his “I love you’s” look like by now.

Bare by @beelzebby666 ◌ teen ◌ 0.9k

Sometimes a scar is a story. Sometimes they're stories you're not ready to tell yet.

My favorite line: “You did. But maybe I want to tell you. Maybe I just don't know how to.”

[transingthoseformers]

I don't know bayverse but have seen pictures of the hatchlings. i just have this picture of the human alies being so weirded out by the bots cooing over and cuddling them cause they're creepy spikey human sized humanoids and the bots are in full baby mode.

Which begs the twin questions: are the Autobots fond of humans because to them we have baby schema and do the Deceptacons dislike humans cause we hit the Uncanny Valley like a planet of cursed babydolls?

Yessssss

I can exactly see the bayverse decepticons finding the human infants and humans in general, well, alien to them. The eggs/hatchlings may or may not be my favorite part of bayverse (they're 100% my fave part of ROTF oh very much) and I've certainly seen the hypothesis that that's why Optimus has a soft spot for humans initially (and in other continuities, such as tfp, as well).

I've thought so much about the first scenario you suggest, and I've seen that same damn reaction in the few fics I've found. As I said I adore the hatchlings and I think they secretly tell us so much about how the bayverse cybertronians work. Also in one of the fics I was recced (which I swear I'll finish at some point) Mikaela was initially creeped out by one of the hatchlings until it chirped at her and was immediately friendly— from that point on all of the other humans were so surprised at how familiar she had gotten with the cybertronian children and vice versa.

I swear I'm normal about the bayverse eggs/hatchlings (lying)

[flowercitti]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Ahh tysm 🥰 this was pretty hard tho skdk 😭🫶🌸 in no particular order here’s some fics from a bunch of diff fandoms:

1. and this touch must be wanting (must become through your ask) - Bungou Stray Dogs - Dazai/Chuuya - Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mori Ougai is his own warning - Finished

Summary: “Once Dazai seems settled, Chuuya finally looks over at him. Dazai is already staring at him, caramel eyes that seem wide and confused but soft. Right now, he’s not the Port Mafia’s youngest executive or a cold-hearted killer, he’s just Dazai Osamu, whoever that may be.

Chuuya finds that he desperately wants to know who that is.”

2. times you need to see her smile - Arcane - Silco and Jinx-centric - Angst, Fluff, Family Feels - Finished

Summary: She’s not broken, but Silco is afraid that if he does not intervene, she will break apart into something barely salvageable.

So he begins to reach out to her in small ways, the only ways that he knows how to.

3. villainous thing - The Owl House - Hunter-centric - Hurt/comfort, Angst, Canon Allegiant - WIP

Summary: She startles awake to the sound of Hooty yelling, abruptly sucking her out of the half-asleep state she had been in. She grabs her glyphs on instinct, one of the stacks of paper she leaves around her room for easy access.

When she finds Hooty, he has the door wide open and the body of a teenage boy slumped against the doorframe. A boy who is swathed in red from blood and grasping onto his staff like it’s the only thing keeping him from face planting.

And as Luz walks closer, the light of the moon catches on platinum blonde hair and she suddenly realizes that it’s The Golden Guard in the doorway.

4. I’ve Never Felt Like This Before - Spider-Verse - Peter B. Parker/Miguel - Pining, Fluff, Touch-Starved, Smut - Finished

Summary: He turns to Peter abruptly when he mutters something smart under his breath, his arms crossed and brows raised as Miguel instinctively bares his fangs—

And then Parker’s finger hooks over his teeth, his mouth twitching into an exasperated smile. Miguel freezes, eyes wide as Peter doesn’t pull away, shaking Miguel’s head with the finger caught behind his teeth, sighing as if in disappointment. Like he’s holding the teeth of a large predator and is completely unfazed by it.

5. touch me like nobody else does (lovely) - Trigun - Vash/Wolfwood - Angst, Wing-fic, Hurt/Comfort - Finished

Summary: “God, Spikey. How long has it been since you’ve taken care of these?” The hand on his nape pets over his hair, the other resuming its reverent preening, tucking feathers back into place with a gentleness that makes him ache.

He whimpers and buries his head into the side of Nicholas’s throat, tears building in his eyes again. He presses closer to him, shifting until he can get his legs around Wolfwood’s waist, ankles locking behind his back.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46231135

[somekindofadeviant]

The snow recently cleared up here and even the ice is gone, only dreary rain remains. Who knows what the coming weeks will bring. Here are some Wintery recs to sip a mulled sommelier to. Also some Christmas ones, 'tis the time for family after all. Warning: Some of these fics are hosted on old archives, warnings may be absent or non-exhaustive. They may contain noncon and torture and oodles of murders. If you want detailed or specific warnings for a fic, please DM me or ask in the notes.

The Whole Family

A Winter's Tale by Coquette - Gorgeously descriptive and evocative. Viscerally captures the feeling of the freezing depths of Winter. Rating: Explicit, Era: Victorian House-Guests From Hell And How To Send Them Back There by Glassdarkly - The family have guests for Christmas. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Deliciously funny. Rating: Teen+, Era: Victorian The Perfect Present by Glassdarkly - A lil Christmas shopping. Rating: Teen+, Era: Victorian Charity Begins At Home by Glassdarkly - The fam doing good deeds for Gurnenthar's Ascendance. Spike's enjoying himself enormously. Rating: Teen+, Era: Victorian

The Party by whichclothes - When Darla and Drusilla decide to host a Christmas party, that new fledge just will not behave. It's up to Angelus to teach him a lesson. Tagged Spangelus, but the whole family is involved in the torment and fun. Rating: Explicit, Era: Victorian

William's First Death Day by Hello Spikey - A winter deathday party with presents and spankings, oh my! Delightfully fluffy. Rating: Mature, Era: Victorian

Red as Any Blood by Cornerofmadness - Christmas carols and fruitcake, can vampires survive it? Rating: Teen+, Era: Victorian

Skating Lessons by trixiefatcat - A wonderfully silly bit of fun. The family go ice skating and the men face their fiercest foe yet: a frozen pond. Rating: Mature(ish), Era: Victorian

Poached Pairs

Affectations by Chrystler - While Angel is hanging - literally - in LA, his sire is an entire continent away. And hating every New York minute. Rating: Mature, Pairing: Past Angel/Darla, Era: 1952

Equinox: Winter by Kita - Angel ponders four ways to lose his soul to the Seasons. Takes place right after Reprisal but before Epiphany. Rating: Mature, Pairing: Angel/Darla (other pairings in the other seasons), Era: A:tS Season 2

24 Hour Midnight by Rebcake - A little stay in The Icehotel. Rating: Teen+, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: 1996 Nothing to Dread by Rebcake - It's Christmas Eve a month after Buffy dropped an organ on him, and Spike still isn’t feeling it. Rating: Explicit, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: BtVS Season 2 Just a Couple of Misfits by Rebcake - A Sprusilla crossover with Rankin Bass's Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Rating: Teen+, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: Vague but Pre-Series

Home by Writtenbyfates - A sweet moment of contentment together in St Petersburg. Rating: Explicit, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: Victorian

It's A Christmas Miracle! by Laure Alexander -  Set after the church collapsed on him, Spike isn't recovering and it's Christmas time trapped in a musty basement in Sunnyhell. Rating: Mature, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: BtVS Season 2 Every Day With Her Is Like Christmas by Laure Alexander - Spike brings Drusilla her Christmas presents Rating: Explicit, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: 1970s or 1980s

The Gold Wrapped Box by duh_i_read - There's a bit of a mix-up at the department store. Woops. Rating: Teen+, Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Era: Vague but Pre-Series

Waiting For Alice by thawrecka - He is not afraid. She is not bothered. It is not real. I don't know that this really fits the theme, except that the cold ice and wind is so very bitter and it's all so very chilling. Rating: Teen+, Pairing: Darla/Spike, Era: A:tS Season 5

The Tranquility of Christmas by Kindredspirit75 - Angelus celebrates Christmas with the younger members of the family. Gory cute fluff. Pairing: Angelus/Drusilla/Spike, Era: Victorian

The Truce by Glassdarkly - It's Christmas - a time for giving, and for old enemies (or should that be frenemies?) to bury the hatchet. Temporarily, at least. Rating: Explicit, Pairing: Angel/Spike, Era: A:tS Season 5

Twas the Night Before Xmas Spangel Style by vamptasticA - This poem is cute as heck Rating: Explicit(ish), Pairing: Angel/Spike, Era: A:tS Season 5

Strictly Come Vampires by fenderlove - Angel is forced to participate as Wolfram and Hart's representative in a charity event on New Year's Eve. Can Spike help him not make a fool out of himself? Rating: Explicit, Pairing, Angel/Spike, Era: AU from A:tS Season 5

Shining + Santa and his Blue Elf by Acacia5 - Some adorable Christmas fun, a lil double drabble with Spike subjecting himself to torment, then a ficlet of hijinks at the mall. Rating: Teen+, Pairing: Angel/Spike and Spike+Ilyria, Era: A:tS Season 5

Slip a Sable Under the Tree by Janet Lynn - The boys show each other a lil Christmas spirit. Rating: Explicit, Pairing: Angelus/Spike, Era: BtVS Season 2 A Merry Bloody Christmas by Singedbylife - Spike is facing yet another Christmas all alone. Rating: Teen+, Pairing: Angel/Spike, Era: Post-Series

History Repeats Itself? by snogged - A lovely little drabble. Spike and Angel repeat their “first time.” Rating: Mature, Pairing: Angel/Spike, Era: Unstated

Slice of Time by Josey - A delightful whiling away of time by the fireplace. Rating: Explicit, Pairing: Angelus/Will, Era: Victorian

Stranger Things Have Happened by Estepheia - Christmas 2001, Spike and Angel bury the hatchet. Rating: Mature, Pairing: Angel/Spike, Era: BtVS Season 6 Nothing Else Matters by Estepheia - 6 weeks after Christmas, a bruised and beaten Spike visits Angel. The sequel to Stranger Things Have Happened. Rating: Mature, Pairing: Angel/Spike, Era: BtVS Season 6

[leatafandom]

So sad and steamy and wonderful.

Damage (A Missing Scenes Ficlet)

Chapter Two: Devastated

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel

Word Count: 2591

Warnings: ANGST!, h/c, blood drinking, Sire/Childe bonds, frottage, coming untouched, coming in pants, very brief anal play, missing scene fic, ep 5x11, sensation play/kink (if you squint)

Summary: Angel takes care of Spike, as ill-advised as that may be.

A/N: Don’t hate me!! I didn’t originally intend for this one to be quite this painful. But gotta get thru the pain to get to the happy ending, sometimes.

By the time the elevator doors opened on the penthouse, Angel could only hope the drugs coursing through Spike’s system had dulled his senses enough to block out most of the no doubt strong scent of his arousal filling the air. Spike stood morosely in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do with himself, and Angel felt a sharp stab of anger that Dana had reduced his resilient Childe to this, followed quickly by a flush of guilt…his own contradictory actions up to now weren’t exactly helpful in leaving the blonde surefooted.

Tamping down the bulk of his emotions, Angel led Spike to the spare bedroom and helped him settle on the freshly made bed. He straightened up and turned to leave the room when Spike finally spoke again.

“Wait.”

“I’ll be right back, Spike, I’m just going to heat up some blood.”

“Oh, right. Um, thanks.” Spike grimaced at himself as Angel walked away, mentally kicking himself for letting even that scrap of neediness show.

In the kitchen, Angel microwaved a mug of the human blood the doctor had issued him and grabbed the bottle of pills Spike had been prescribed, just in case the blonde needed another dose. The potent scent of the blood did not help deter his throbbing cock. When the microwave dinged, he took the mug and headed back to the room, adjusting himself as best as he could and hoping Spike wouldn’t question it.

Spike was in the same spot he’d left him in, his numb hands resting on either side of him. He crossed the room and handed him the mug, instantly cringing inwardly at his own thoughtlessness as Spike’s hands fumbled, his inhuman reflexes the only thing that saved the carpet from a ghastly stain as he caught the mug before it spilled.

“Christ!”

“Shit, sorry! I wasn’t thinking. Here…”

Angel set the mug and the pain pills on the bedside table and sat on the bed next to Spike. He briefly contemplated simply holding the mug up for Spike to drink from, but quickly gave in to what he really wanted to do, what he’d felt the pull to do from the moment he’d found his Grandchilde so broken and battered. Unbuttoning his shirt a little, and studiously ignoring the confused look he felt Spike giving him, he gulped down the contents of the mug, refusing to let himself savor his first taste of human blood since Angelus had drank from a dying Lilah. Turning to Spike, he eased the jacket off his shoulders, taking care not to pull too harshly on his healing arms, and tossed the coat over at the end of the bed.

“Oi, what’re you playing at? Coulda just got me a straw ya know, git. Now what am I supposed to eat?”

“Shut up before I change my mind and leave you here hungry.”

Spike scowled but kept silent, wondering just what the hell the older vampire was up to as he maneuvered them both further onto the mattress, tugging his slim body against his side as he situated himself up against the headboard. He still couldn’t get his hands to work right, but most of the fog had cleared from his brain…not that that had done anything to dispel his confusion at Angel’s actions. He knew what it looked like he was doing, but it didn’t add up to what he had come to expect of the brunette.

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[fentonio]

I want spikey bracelets but I don't wanna buy them from fast fashion or stupid places :( does anyone have independent punk store recs

[spikeymarshmallows]

Spikey Recs

I used to write, and thus posted "Writing Updates" each month. I'm now onto like... year fucking THREE of a writers block that is destroying my soul.

But someone suggested to find different ways to enjoy fandom. I have a few friends that track their fic reading so... I'm giving it a shot. I'm also gonna add some fic-recs because I think that's important :)

Things I'm gonna try to rec:

Podfics - I'm very into podfics right now because my brain has Given Up and this allows me to do shit like knit, and stretch, and shower, and not get motion-sick-in-ubers, and still engage with fics. YAY.

Happier/lighter content - Look, I used to love angst. Someone described some of my fics as "harrowing" and I've felt so happy every time I've remembered that. I used to be all about the WHUMP and ANGST and MORE WHUMP. And IDK, just too many years of depression? Too much dissociation? IDK. Either way, I don't really have the stomach for most angst these days. And man, I so often wanna find fic recs of fics that are like.... happy but not schmoopy, fun, banter-y, and ideally... with a plot! I can't promise I'll rec those, but I'd like to try and rec things that don't leave me with a pit in my stomach.

Less frequently rec'd fics - Yeah, the most kudos'd and commented on fics are usually pretty great! Ain't gonna deny that! But what happens is that everyone sorts by kudos... and we keep reading the same fics and the ones that aren't on that first page but just came along later... might be incredible, but are less likely to get lots of eyes on them. And yeah, nobody pays attention to my recs but I can at least PRETEND it'll give people a few more kudos, yanno?

Anyway, that's my lil spiel for now lol.

[mazeinthemiroh]

yeonjun sfw alphabet

genre: headcanons, fluff

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: cold water by major laser, justin beiber, mø

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

aggressive affection

"i love you so much i could just eat you!!!" *proceeds to bite you*

he is a menace and you love him for it

he's very playful with his affection. he likes to wrestle and tickle you, for instance

but in the softer moments he looks at you with that look. you know, the one we're his eyes are soft and adoring as he stares at you with all the love the world, perhaps cradling your hand in his and rubbing his thumb against your skin

he has his moments, for sure

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

so sassy for like no reason

will start drama with you just because he's bored but you both know it's all for jokes and laughs so it's all good

he is a massive gossiper. will always have tea saved up and ready to spill when he sees you. and he's disappointed if you don't have tea to share with him

will also claim your stuff as his own. like, your clothes are his, your food, your jewellery, etc

and, most importantly, he would do anything for his best friend. his bestie is like family to him, for sure

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

of course, he wants those cuddles 24/7

and he will cuddle you anywhere. his fairly into PDA so he will literally straddle your lap and snuggle into you if you're on the bus or something. he has no shame and he doesn't care

this habit of his has lead to the members 'suffering' because, as you are a regular guest in the txt dorms, it is rare to find you and yeonjun not cuddling.

he always has to have his arms around you, because you're his >:(

his favourite cuddling position is when he is ontop of your body, legs in between yours and head layed in the crook of your neck. it's very hard to get up up from that position because he's so comfy <3

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

settling down is something he would like to invest in for the future. but for now, he wants to take things slow. he is young and doesn't want to rush into anything like that

actually very helpful with domestic chores

he basidoes as he is told 💀 so as long as you tell him and explain to him carefully what to do, he will do it

i would trust him with cleaning but cooking? i wouldn't let him touch a spoon tbh

he just has this type of chaotic energy that could set a house on fire just by being in the kitchen

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he wants to ghost you so bad

like that's the only way he can think of doing it

he thinks that will let you down easy, but actually when he thinks about it, that will probably hurt you more

he will probably call you and talk it out, or seeing if you want to meet up so he can tell you he wants to end the relationship

which you can honestly see coming, considering how distant he has become lately. the signs are there, so it's not look he surprises you with the news

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

maybe when he's much older

he's not the type to want to be 'tied down' too quickly, if that makes sense

he's quite a free spirit so he wouldn't want to rush in full, committed relationship as quickly as others might

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

yeonjun can be... spikey

there are a few instances when he can rub people the wrong way, which is never his intention

he likes to be casual and friendly very early on in both friendships and romantic relationships, which means he tends to be playful and tease you even if you're not that close

which, for some people, the banter is fine. but for perhaps more sensitive ones, it might be hard to red his banter and teasing as potential signs of disrespect

yeonjun never has harmful or hurtful intentions, that's all you really need to know

and in terms or physical touch? like i said before he likes to wrestle, tickle fight, pillow fight, you name it. he is just very active and has a lot of energy but would never, ever hurt you. and that's a fact

it's all playful. think of him as a cute little lion cub :( that's all

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he hugs you all the time

to the point where it becomes embarrassing 💀

he has no shame though. he doesn't care if the other members tease him or if he is out in public with you. he is big on PDA and wants to show affection for you whenever he feels like it

so hugs are a must

he gets so smiley and happy when you initaite it >.< just sinking into his arms, your bodies perfectly fitting together as you hold each other for no particular reason. just to be close to one another <3

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

i see him being quite quick to say it

he is quite passionate and certainly a man who knows what he wants

once he finds someone he really connects with him, that makes him feel important and precious and happy and loved. yeah. that'll do it for him

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i do see him being quite jealous

he's just the possessive type. he will want to be around you all the time. he loves your company. he loves making you laugh and seeing you happy. so why is it affecting him so much when he sees you being happy with someone else?

it's something i feel a lot of people can relate to him on. everybody wants someone to be their special person

so if you have been spending too much time with one of the other members or something, he will get super pouty. and super clingy!

just reassure and tell him you love him and how he is your one and only precious boy, and you'll be fine!

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

he smooches you

his kisses are so dramatic like he will shove his lips all over your face and with each kiss he will be sure to smack his lips to make an obnoxious sound against your skin

usually does this when you guys are cuddling

he loves kisses your cheeks the most and nuzzling into them afterwards because 'they're so soft!!'

when he kisses your lips, he goes slow or it a sloppy heated mess. just depends on his mood, you know?

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he's on the same wavelength as them

he just... understand their mindset better than most

the members tease this is because he acts like a child

this is why children usually have a natural respect for him or tend to behave well when he's watching them

that is until he starts playing with them or getting involved in one of their games

then its absolute chaos, as you can imagine

i'm talking play fighting, screaming, running round the house, toys everywhere

10/10 babysitter, would recommend

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

he is so tired and sleepy in the mornings omg

he never ever wants to wake up

probably has like 23 alarms and ignores every single one

and it doesn't help when you sleep in the same bed as him. there's no way on earth he's getting out of his 'safe place'

he just wants to cuddle with you all day and ignore the world outside >:(

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

talkative and tired

it's like he has all this energy to talk to you and recites stories about his day and arranges plans for the week ahead, but his eyes are heavy and he fights the urge to let his head fall on the pillow

get him to play a couple of video games or something and he's fine. all his energy starts rushing back because heaven knows yeonjun is competitive

but if you put on a movie he will likely fall asleep

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he can overshare sometimes without realising it

not any major personal stuff, but probably embarrassing stuff. which actually helps break the ice a bit more and definitely makes you feel more comfortable around him

as for personal stuff, that usually takes a bit more time. it depends how much you have talk to each other and how close you are together. if you guys end up spending a lot of time together, he is much more comfortable sharing something personal with you

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

i don't see him being that angry

apart from being playfully angry, where he will act as if he doesn't like you when you said something like 'your hair looks weird today.' he will have an angry pout and probably go hide in the corner of the room until you coax him out of his act with kisses and hugs

but other than that, the only thing that i can think of him being angry at is if he finds out someone has hurt you or actively upset you

he is protective and hates seeing you upset. so his concern turns to rage for the person who has wronged you

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything

and you're probably thinking 'oh great he's so sweet i love that about him'

no.

he remembers everything, including the embarrassing moments you wish to bury and forget forever

and you wish he would forget, more importantly. but he maintains all this knowledge for good use

if you tease him or make front of him in front of his friends, he's always got ammo. he will always win, don't test him!

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

he likes the spontaneous moments he shares with you

sometimes he feels pressure to plan really special, extravagant dates, and while you like that, you do prefer the more playful, real side to him

so after one date at a fancy dinner, he will walk you through the city on the way home, but you guys pass an arcade

and obviously you go in

you both had so much fun. you tried your hand at the slot machines, air hockey, racing car simulator. he even won you a plushie from the claw machine!

looking back at that night, he smiles fondly at the memory. how beautiful you looked, how happy you were with him. best night ever

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

i mentioned this before but yeah, he's pretty protective

he does like to tease you and make fun of you playfully, but he knows your boundaries. he knows what jokes your comfortable with and what things you do not want mentioning, like your insecurities, for instance

so if someone mentions you insecurities or makes a joke that is out of line, they should be scared

there's no way he is letting anyone get away with hurting you, whether it's physically or emotionally

and will probably never forgive the person, even if you do

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

on a regular basis he prefers more casual dates, but every couple weeks or so, when he can, he treats you to a fancy date or buys you an expensive gift when you're not expecting it

he loves seeing the surprised look on your face when he suddenly pulls out some random, grand gesture

"i'm the best boyfriend, aren't i?"

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

because he can be jealous, it is hard for him to differentiate between when you are being playful and friendly compared to when you are flirting

consequently, he assumes you are flirting

which can cause a lot of tension

"why are you flirting with soobin? i'm right here."

he's a confident lad but he can be insecure, like all of us can be. so sometimes, these feelings can rise at the wrong moments

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he is confident in his looks

because, well, he's gorgeous

he dresses to impress. always wearing clean, crisp clothing, even when going casual

i don't know how someone looks that good in casual clothes, istg

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

over time, yes

you become his everything: his best friend, partner in crime, confidant, lover, soulmate

he doesn't realise how much he relies on your company and support until he is away from you, perhaps on tour overseas. then he is hit with a new-found appreciation for you, and when you guys are reunited, he never wants to let you go

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

you know he's fly. you know he's cool. you know he's swag

so of course you trust his fashion sense

and at first he's merely making suggestions on what outfit to where when you ask him for his opinion. he actually makes a lot of good recommendations and adjusts your outfits so they compliment your figure

but as time goes by he really starts getting into couple clothes. he wants to match with you in some way because he thinks it's cute!

he prefers the subtle approach. you both might be wearing different outfits but the same socks or necklaces or the same main colour

he just loves it

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

there are people in this world who moan about literally everything

they are always such downers, very pessimistic and doesn't even try to make an effort to change their bad attitude when their around others

yeonjun doesn't like those type of people

cynical people who can only see the bad in everything. or will just go on and on listing their problems

he's not expecting them to be a ray of sunshine. but he just gets so drained around these type of people. he wants to be uplifted, not pulled down

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

sort of splays himself out when he sleeps

like a starfish, lmao

hes ccovering the whole bed it's actually wild

and he sleeps like a rock. i think if you blasted music right next to his ear he still probably wouldn't wake up

you will have to shake him awake, it's actually hilarious

[feralparsnip]

im so so thrilled for u!!

here is some stuff i wish somebody had pointed out to me when i first got my chair a few years ago

- its not like walking, it's like climbing. use ur parking breaks everywhere! u can get up steeper hills if you do it a bit at a time, just enable the parking break when you need a rest

- bc when you first start out, everything is steep! especially if you're fat like me. it will pass quicker than you think but plan to be Really Tired when you use it on outings the first few months. no shame in having somebody you care about help pushing

- sit up as straight as you can in your chair, and if you have trouble with that it's a perfectly legal maneuver to put pillows in the seat with you to keep you upright. i wound up with a neck injury from straining up a steep path to get to work while hunched over from another injury, is why i mention this

- zero turn radius is a blessing! if you push forward on one wheel and pull the other back, you can rotate in place. that's awesome for areas wide enough to accommodate the radius of your leg rests. for tighter spaces, if you don't drive, i rec looking up a video or two on "3 point turn" as that's basically how you'll turn around in a tight corner

- i used to practice in an old mostly deserted shopping mall in my city. you will need to practice, mostly just learning to deal with all the random obstacles that come with being in a chair. going through doorways is hard at first, go slow and if you're worried about your hands, it's okay to let go of the chair and grab the doorway itself to pull yourself through

- speaking of doors, it is so hard to open doors on your own at first. i have mobility in my legs, so if the door swings in i just kick it open and roll forward, or i hold the handle and kick the wall beside the door to push myself back and open the door. how you manage doors might be different but opening doors is like the one thing abled ppl want to help with so asking a stranger to help has also worked for me

- your wheelchair will loosen with use, and you will need to periodically tighten some screws. i rec checking over your chair a least once a month. losing a screw in the wrong place can render the chair inoperable until replaced, as i found to my chagrin

- sometimes abled people will just grab your handles and move you. this fucking sucks and it sucks more how resistant they are to being corrected /me having boundaries (like they wouldn't pick up a standing person and move them bodily so??? ). i have started putting my breaks on when people do this. some folks wrap spikey chokers or bracelets around their handles to prevent this also. having a safety person with me to go hey what the fuck also also helped.

- get a pair of climbing (not boxing, climbing) gloves. you will eventually develop wheelchair calluses on your hands. the gloves provide cushion and friction for breaks -- bc on most chairs your breaking options are the parking breaks (dangerous to engage while rolling) or your palms. i used my gloves constantly when i started. now i use them a solid half the time, if its cold or my hands are tired or the terrain isn't flat/level enough to be easy traversal

i am thrilled for you!! my chair opened up the world for me. i want that for u too!

i’m so fucking excited for my wheelchair guys.

please give me advice in replies on what a first time wheelchair user should know 💜💜💜♿️

(manual wheelchair)

[azurelyy]

Could you do some NSFW KankuroxF!Reader? Bonus if it has anything with degradation, praise, or breeding kings. 🙏🏻

Hey, Anon! Thank you very much for the request. Writing this made me go absolutely carnal and it is very long... I am so sorry lmao.

Political Disclaimer - Please skip if you just want to get to the good stuff but I felt this was important to include. The overturn of Roe v. Wade is a decision this blogger disagrees with and if the subject matter of this fic offends you, please skip it. No kink shaming will be tolerated!

Title: Master of Puppets 🍋

Pairing: Kankuro x f!reader (Mentions Kiba, Sakura, Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara)

Word Count: 5k (Again, I am so sorry lmao)

Warnings: NSFW, breeding, degradation, dumbification, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male/female receiving), soft dom!kankuro, choking, bondage, loss of control, mentions of alcohol/rec drug use, drunk reader, overstimulation

This was not how he was expecting the night to go. What he was expecting was for you to come home, either stoned or shitfaced or both, and to beg him with your pretty, pouty mouth to fuck you until dawn; to let him ravish every inch of you like the possession you were, to tie you beneath him until you were squealing from overstimulation, to groan out his name in gruff delight until your mind was completely destroyed from ecstasy. 

It would have been such a good night, but you just had to go and be naughty. Kankuro watched you as you grinded against your best friend, your tiny dress slightly hiking up your thighs, your forehead glistening from sweat as you fully gave yourself to the music the way you gave yourself to him when he pinned your arms behind your back and drove you slowly out of your mind.

Your mouth was curved into a sly grin, innocent eyes locked onto Kiba, your head twisted showing off your lovely neck, making Kankuro want to shove his way through the droves of partying college students and mark your throat with his teeth. He watched you intently through the crowd, watched every curve of your body, every sway of your hips, every jiggle of your tits. His blood was coursing through him like a raging river, going straight from his brain to his groin, the heat pulsing his dick aggressively as his pants grew tighter. 

Kiba moved his hands down the front of your body as you continued to wiggle your ass on his crotch, always such a little tease, when you finally made eye contact with your boyfriend from across the room, the little knowing glint causing Kankuro’s body to light on fire as you slowly closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip seductively, adjusting Kiba’s hands to be resting on your boobs. That’s it. 

Kankuro shoved the stupid, drunk idiots blocking the path to the side and stormed toward you like a tornado, startled gasps and “watch it!”’s melding into the steady rhythm of the pop song playing in the background. Your eyes stayed locked on Kankuro’s as Kiba continued to breathe heavily onto your neck, hands roaming all along the front of your body. You smirked as Kankuro grabbed your wrist, his chestnut hair was styled the way you liked, all spikey and thick; his leather jacket was open, exposing his mesh undershirt that allowed you to see his abs and his taut chest. You hummed as you were slowly pulled off Kiba.

“Kankuro!” Kiba shouted. “My man! What are you doing here?”

“Yeah,” Your voice was slow and dumb, your tongue suddenly feeling numb. “I thought you and Gaara were hanging out?”

Kankuro gave you a look that you knew meant you had had way too much alcohol, a look of both concern and amusement, his midnight eyes scanning across your face with purpose. “We are.” He was talking at a normal volume, making it hard to hear over the booming music of the club. He nodded over to the bar, where you saw Gaara, Naruto, and Shikamaru all boozing and laughing. “But I didn’t realize this bar provided lap dances.” He pierced you with his dark gaze and it instantly sent any remaining blood in your brain straight to your needy pussy. You gulped down a mixture of fear and desire as he applied more pressure to your wrist, your pulse racing madly in between his fingers. 

“Ooh, right,” Kiba drew out each vowel slowly. He was drunk too. You were all so, so helplessly drunk. “I forgot that Naruto called you guys.” Kiba shrugged and kept swaying all around, gravitating towards another woman on the dance floor beside him. Kankuro smirked. I’ve got the hottest chick in here, no doubt about that; even if she’s stupid drunk.

“Yes!” Kankuro turned to see Sakura shoving her way across the dance floor, stopping when her gaze landed on him, two big mixed drinks in her hands. “Kankuro? Aren’t you supposed to be with Gaara?” Kankuro gave an exasperated sigh and used his free hand to smack his forehead. Was he the only one with brains left in this establishment? 

“Did you not see all of them at the bar?” He asked.

Sakura moved her head slowly, looking at the bar for an amount of time that let Kankuro know her reflexes were most definitely inhibited, before she let out a sound of acknowledgement and connected her eyes back to him. 

“Right,” She said thickly, shrugging. She moved her eyes onto you and squealed in excitement and shouted your name. “C’mon, let’s dance! I love this song!”

Kankuro studied your face intently. Your mouth was pursed and your eyes were in a far away land, dazed and blank. Your pulse was racing in your veins and your forehead was covered in cute beads of sweat that streaked down your face and onto your pretty jaw. You looked over at him with dilated pupils, a look that said please save me, causing his heart to skip a beat in his chest as he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Do you want to dance with her, love?” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear.

You shook your head, stray strands of hair flowing around your beautiful face, and your body wobbled slightly. Kankuro steadied you with his arm as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the world, gripping onto the edge of his jacket gently. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m going to take her home,” Kankuro stated as Sakura now danced with Kiba. They both acknowledged him with a small nod before being engulfed in the crowd. 

Kankuro held your hand in his and guided you through the maze of the dance floor, hot bodies bumping against you and trying to get around you, but he held your hand firmly and ensured you didn’t get lost. You emerged from the crowd, the room seeming smaller and more intimate now that you were finally freed from the dance floor as he guided you over to the bar.

“Hey,” His voice was so far away against the music that you felt like you were in a dream. The men turned to acknowledge the two of you, their faces tinted pink from the burning booze. They all gave you their own wry smile. “I’m taking her home. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Gaara,” Kankuro turned to put his free hand on his brothers’ shoulder. “You good?”

Gaara smiled smally and nodded. “Yes, Kankuro,” He glanced at Naruto. “I’m always good when I am around friends.” 

“Aww,” You slurred, making everyone turn to look at you again. “Gaara! That’s so sweet!” You felt like you were melting into a puddle of joy as each man gave you their own version of a look of bewilderment. Kankuro pulled you closer to the bar and you heard him give the bartender your last name. You glanced around the room and your head started pounding as dazzling blurs of colors whirled all around you. Kankuro finished signing a receipt before pocketing a card, taking your hand once again and guiding you from the bar.

The outside of the club was absolutely freezing and your teeth instantly began to chatter excessively. You pushed yourself into your boyfriend for warmth and felt him shuffle before wrapping his jacket around your arms. You glanced toward him and he tapped your nose lightly with his index finger, making your heart grow wings and flutter away like a butterfly.

“But, Kuro-”

“I’ll be fine, love.” He wrapped his arm around you again and guided you back home through the dimly lit streets. The walk was quiet, your brain still banging in your skull as you started to sober up. The cold air clawed at your skin, cutting its way through your body due to your unseasonable wardrobe choices, the only warmth provided by Kankuro and his jacket. 

“I love you, Kuro,” You murmured as he continued to rub your shoulders gently, his smokey cologne reminiscent of a warm bonfire in summer. You reached your front door and he pulled your wristlet from you and searched through it for your keys, unlocking the door and stepping aside for you to enter first, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you straight to the bathroom.

“I love you too, puppet,” He kissed the tip of your nose and lifted you up by your thighs so you were now sitting on the counter. “Now, where is your face wash… hm…” He began rummaging through your bathroom cabinets, getting increasingly frustrated with each failed attempt, until he finally pulled back the shower curtain and smiled triumphantly. 

He grabbed your face wash and a small towel, positioning himself between your legs as he worked the foamy liquid all over your face, whispering praises and reassurances to you. “Good girl, it’s all right, just a bit more.” He then wetted the towel and wiped it across your face, giving you a small peck once he was finished. 

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” He cooed. “Okay, one more thing.” He reached over across your counter to grab your moisturizer, applying it all over your face. The cream was cool against your skin and you instantly felt yourself come back to life after the face wash had stripped away any amount of liquid you had. You smiled at Kankuro, tried to pull him to you by gripping onto his waist, but he merely kissed your cheek.

“Sorry, love,” He whispered. “Not tonight. You’ve been a bad girl.”

You whined and crossed your arms brattily over your chest, making him laugh lowly as he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He plopped you onto the bed with a quick kiss to your forehead, before turning to leave.

“Kuro, wait,” You grabbed his wrist and he gave you a confused look, lightly tipping his head to the side.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” 

“Horny…” You rubbed your thighs together and gave him your best pleading look, one you knew he had trouble resisting, as you reached your free hand out to try and grip onto the waist of his pants. His booming laugh lit up the room as he lightly dodged your attempt at grabbing him, swaying to the side as your hand dropped from around his wrist.

“Love, we can’t do that tonight,” He left the room before you could protest and came back a few minutes later with an icy glass of water. “We’ll snuggle until you drink two of these, okay?”

You groaned in response, turning your nose upwards in feigned disgust. He put the cup in your hands and gave you a stern look that made your already dripping core scream with lust. You pouted at him and he slowly began tilting the cup towards your lips.

He growled, “Drink. It.” That worked. You sipped, the ice from the water shivering its way down your heated throat. “Good girl.” He got into the bed next to you and pulled you into a tight embrace once you placed the water down, kissing your temple softly. 

“Kuro, please,” You purred, one last attempt at getting what you wanted, as you rolled over to face him fully, small hands stroking at his belt buckle. You ghosted your lips over his and you could hear his heart thumping in his chest at your needy touch, but he only smiled without moving. 

“Do you want to snuggle or do you want me to leave?” He asked, guiding your hands away from his pants and gripping your wrists together roughly. 

“Stay, Kuro,” You held his gaze and you could feel his want, saw it burning within his eyes, but you knew he wasn’t going to give in to you. You sighed and buried your head into the crook of his neck, placing gentle kisses against his Adam’s apple and allowing him to lazily draw circles onto your lower back.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” He said. “Now, what do you want to watch? We need to keep you awake so you can drink your water.”

You woke up the next morning to the sun creeping past your closed curtains, illuminating the room in a dim glow. You rolled over groggily, vaguely remembering the events of the night before, to find the space next to you was empty. You shot up, looking all around the room, but you couldn’t see any sign of him. The chair where he would usually throw his clothes before going to sleep was surprisingly empty, no trace of your boyfriend left behind. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and were about to go searching through your small apartment when Kankuro entered through your bedroom doorway, carrying a small bag and a to-go cup in either hand, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“Hey, love,” He chirped, handing you the to-go cup. “Figured you’d need some carbs after last night, so I got donuts.” 

“Thank you,” You murmured. You watched him place the bag down on your night stand, his rippling muscles emphasized fully by his black turtleneck sweater. He leaned down and gave you a loving kiss, his lips soft and warm. You pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking on it lightly, as you put the to-go cup down on your end table. Kankuro hummed into the kiss and gripped you by the hair, pulling your head away from him, cold air kissing your mouth from the absence of his lips on yours. 

“Do you feel alright?” You nodded. “No headache?” You shook your head.

His grip on your hair tightened then, danger in the dark of his eyes. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He growled. 

“N-No,” You protested, grabbing at his shirt. “I just-”

“Do you remember what you did to me last night, puppet?” He tugged on your hair harder, hot tears welling in your eyes, as he forced you to look at him through blurred vision. 

“Y-Yes,” You whispered. 

“You do?” His voice was low and husky as he placed his knees on either side of your legs and dropped your head to the bed. You hit the mattress with a dull thud and stared at Kankuro, his body now towering above you, his brunette hair highlighted in the soft-gold morning rays of the sun. His eyes were brewing with deep desire, black as death, as he placed his hands beside your head, dangling his mouth over yours teasingly. Your noses brushed together lightly as you tried to crane your neck to kiss him, but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Did you enjoy being a tramp for him, hm?” His voice was dark as a moonless sky. “Enjoy letting him put his hands all over you?” He was now sliding his index finger up along your body, slowly, his other hand supporting his full weight. His finger felt like blazing desire, burning into your flesh, your blood rushing down to your pussy in waves. 

“N-No,” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he played with your hard nipple through your tank top, your hips bucking upwards into his fully erect length as a small mewl escaped your lips, the tip of his cock lightly rubbing against your sweet spot. 

“Look at you,” He husked. “You’re practically begging for me. Is this what you did to him before I caught you? Did you get on your knees for him like the dirty whore you are?” He gripped your neck in his hand, pressing his thumb firmly on your throat, stars forming in your vision as you drifted through space.

You felt your throat close from the pressure he put on you, small knives piercing their way up your legs, into your stomach, into your arms, before he released you and you took in a ragged breath. Your head lifted slowly from the bed as Kankuro rolled from you and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you, pulling off his sweater. His toned stomach was pulling you towards him like a black hole, his muscular arms rippling as he threw the sweater to the chair; you could feel a small pool of arousal coat your panties from simply watching him strip his upper body. You felt yourself move down from the bed to stand before him, his strong hand moving in rhythmic movements, guiding you onto your knees, the cold hardwood floors stinging your skin.

You tried to resist, tried to move to kiss him like you so, so desperately wanted to, but his chakra strings had you fully in his control. Your puppet master smirked at you as he willed you to grab hold of him through his pants. His head fell back lightly as he forced you to unbutton his joggers, his dick springing free and lightly glazed with his earthy essence. You tried to speak but he moved your hand again, forcing it to stroke him gently, your words sticking in the back of your throat.

“If you want to be a little harlot,” He hissed, “Then show me what you can do.” Your mouth wrapped around his thick length hungrily, your head bobbing up and down as tears spilled from your eyes, your teeth lightly grazing along the curve of his cock. He made your hand stroke the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your pretty mouth and he bit his bottom lip, groans of pleasure escaping as you dipped your tongue into his slit and tickled his sack.

“That’s it,” He moaned. “Such a good little slut.” He felt heat coursing through his veins as he watched your small hand grip onto him with eagerness, the other teasing his loaded balls with your fingers as you choked on him lightly. Your hands were practically dwarfed from the size of him and it made the world spin around him as he tightly shut his eyes, pre-cum leaking from him and onto your tongue, the salty taste burning down your throat. 

“S-so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” He rasped. 

Your hand around him slowly gained control back from you as you felt a small tingle in your brain, signaling to you that your master had released you from his chokehold. He pulled your head off him by your hair and grinned down at you, leaning in and trapping your mouth with his, forcing his tongue past your lips as he tasted himself on you. The kiss was aggressive and hungry, ensnaring you in fiery vines all around your body. He moved away for a moment, pulling your tank top off and over your head, your breasts now fully exposed, hard nipples stinging from the cold as he pinched them between his fingers, before trapping you in his seductive kiss once more.

You whimpered into his mouth as he pinched and fondled your chest, tears fully falling down your face at the desire to feel him inside you, to gain some sort of release from his hellish torture. He nibbled your lip as he pulled away and looked down on you with storming eyes; looked at you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, like he would both protect you from harm and inflict it upon you, a dangerous monster lurking in the shadows of your room, only coming out at night and forcing you to shout his name into the universe. 

“Up,” He commanded, gripping your waist and guiding you to stand. Kankuro let his eyes wander over the entirety of your body, drinking you in like a man before a Goddess. He examined your exposed breasts, your cute stomach, your clenched thighs, your cinched waist. You were like a pixie that came out to play with him, all innocent and sexy and dirty - and all his. He pulled you onto the bed by your wrist, placing your hands on either side of his head as you straddled him, his back fully on the bed, reaching his hand behind your head to pull you into a passion filled kiss.

“K-Kuro,” You pleaded, pulling away gently. 

“What?” He was feral, his thick fingers reaching between your legs to feel the sopping streak that lined your panties. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

Hot tears streaked down your face and onto his chest, the desire prodding and poking at your soul endlessly, before he finally swiped your panties to the side and shoved his two fingers into your hot core.

“Puppet,” He moaned, kissing his way down your jaw. “You like that, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” He pushed his fingers deeper into you, forcing out a desperate mewl. “Yes, master.” You corrected.

“That’s my good little whore,” He praised, teeth grazing gently over your neck. He bit down, licking your soft flesh, feeling your pulse racing madly for him as he maneuvered his thumb to harshly stroke your throbbing clit, his nimble fingers still keeping their rhythm inside your depths. Your body quaked above him, your head fell forward into the crook of his neck as you clung to his shoulders for support, your fingernails digging into his taut shoulder muscles, your legs the only things keeping you suspended as you cried his name out into the rays of morning sunshine. 

“Come for me, my pretty slut,” He thundered. “Coat my fingers like a good girl.” 

You breathed an endless string of curses and praises between moans of Kankuro’s name as you obeyed his every command, your legs twitching as your hot juices flowed out of you and slid their way down your legs and onto his fingers below. He purred against your neck, peppering it with kisses as he made his way back to your lips. 

“Fucking beautiful,” He praised. “You’re so fucking good to me.” He cupped your face in his hands and tenderly kissed you as he rolled you over onto your back. He trailed kisses down your body, his mouth warm and delicate and good, before he slid your panties down with his teeth. He removed them fully, pausing momentarily to kick his pants to the floor, and you felt your hands slowly move above your head, his chakra strings binding your wrists together. 

Kankuro had lived his whole life being in control. He yearned for it the way Hades did Persephone, constantly chasing control and seizing it every chance he could. His favorite thing he had control over was, undoubtedly, you. The way he could make you melt beneath him, the way you pleaded and begged and choked for him from the pleasure he inflicted upon you; it made him feel like a God.

He shoved two fingers into your mouth, willing you to lick and suck your own essence from it - to taste what only he could do to you - as he kissed his way down your neck and licked your perky nipple. You mewled through the pain, your body sending shockwaves between your core to your brain with each swipe of his tongue. 

“Fucking needy slut,” He thundered. “You want my seed in you, don’t you?”

You tried to speak, to even make some sort of intelligible noise, but then he removed his fingers from your mouth and licked his way down, down, down your body, lifting your legs up by your thighs, placing them on his shoulders and exposing your throbbing cunt fully. He hummed lowly, toying with your pretty clit using his index finger as he watched your face scrunch into a painfully lewd expression. He dragged the flat of his tongue across your slit, taking his time to explore the warm walls he knew so well, before reaching your nub and lightly blowing, cool air piercing through your body and freezing your brain. 

Little cries of master, please, you feel - shit, oh god - stormed through the air of the bedroom as Kankuro wrapped his mouth around your clit and started sucking, gently grazing, and licking your pleading button. The air around you became hotter than the surface of the sun as you felt your legs tighten around his cheeks. You tried to grip his hair, the bedsheets, the headboard, but your master had your hands wrapped in his strings, trapping you in your need and not allowing you the sweet release of getting your hands on something, anything, as he fucked you with his mouth.

Kankuro pushed two fingers into your dripping core, arcing them upwards to places only his deft fingers could go, as your legs began to quiver around his face, your sweet essence overwhelming his senses and taking him to his favorite ethereal plane where it was just him and you. You came again, chanting coming-coming-coming, your thighs trembling, hips bucking. He pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he drank you in like a man dying of thirst, trapping you beneath him fully, not allowing any part of your body to jerk or move away, forcing you to focus only on his tantalizing overstimulation, your mind turning black and numb.

“That’s it, love,” He whispered, giving your aching clit a final kiss. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Kankuro wrapped one burly arm around your shoulders, nails raking across your skin, as he maneuvered himself with the other to ghost his throbbing length over your heat. He pushed his tip against your clit, swirling it around, the pressure sucking your soul from your body. Your stomach twisted into another knot, craving his dick like the very air you breathe. He was right, you were a whore for him, and you needed him. Now.

“Please,” You groaned, your fingers twitching as your desire coursed its way to them. “Need you now, master. Fuck me, please. Fuck me.”

Kankuro captured your mouth in his as his thick cock stretched your walls, plunging deep into your core, his nails digging deeper into your shoulder, the pain and pleasure mixing into an impossible force against your entire body as he filled you up. All the pining you felt evaporated away, vibrations running up your stomach and into your neck, your eyebrows furrowed from the ecstasy of him in you.

“S-so tight, puppet,” His voice was pure evil, dangerous and deadly, his hand tugging at your hair. “Can’t be a slut with my baby in you, can you?”

He was lava in your core. You moaned, choked out his name, wrapped your legs desperately around his waist, but none of that released the divine, impossible pressure building just beneath your skin. Kankuro did that. He loved you steadily, thoroughly, thrusting deep inside you while he owned your lips.

“Please, Kuro,” You purred against his hot mouth between heavy breaths. “Let me touch you.” God, you were so needy for him. You were a babbling brook beneath him, bubbling and brewing as he nestled his cock deeper inside you, his hot mouth now moved to the shell of your ear and nipping at your earlobe, each thrust sending a shiver up your spine as he let out a ragged, burning breath onto your neck.

You felt your brain tingle again as his puppeteer strings released you, immediately gripping his thick hair in your hands, flames on your skin, lightning in your veins. You melted, your orgasm so powerful you felt like you might pass out, a desperate gasping sound releasing from your lips that might have been his name, might have been nonsense, might have been “Fuck-yes-Kuro-Coming-Fuck-Fill-Me-Up.”

“Fuck,” He moaned. The word tasted sweet on your tongue. “G-gonna come. Gonna fill you up so you can never be a dirty slut again.” 

“Do it,” You pleaded, clawing at his back like an animal, letting your brain float around in space. Your breaths were chaotic and heavy as Kankuro’s rhythm slowed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he bottomed out deep in you and released himself inside your walls. He rasped out your name as his face fell into the crook of your neck, sweat dripping from his brow down his face and onto your shoulders as he twitched harshly deep inside you, his seed shooting straight into your soul.

He laid on you for a while, his sweet release filling you to the brim, as he lightly kissed your neck and collarbones. “It’s so much, love,” He whispered. “So much cum for your sweet pussy.”

You kissed his hair, smiling. “Mmm, good.” He adjusted, finally pulling himself out of you, hot white liquid pooling out and sliding down your thighs. He kissed the top of your head, leaving to retrieve a wet towel from the bathroom, peppering praises and recognition while he helped clean you up. Your heart was full as you snuggled into him, your legs intertwined together on the bed.

“I love you, puppet,” He murmured into your hair. “Do you want your donut now?”

You giggled excitedly as you leaned off his chest, smiling down at him. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He gave you a quick peck, unlocking his legs from yours as he reached to grab the bag from the nightstand. “Here,” He handed you the bag and grabbed the to-go cup. “I’m gonna heat this up for you. Are you up for a lazy day today? I’m beat.”

“Don’t you have to do stupid Kazekage-Brother-Stuff… or something?” You asked, opening the bag as the scent of sickeningly sweet sugar overwhelmed your senses.

“Yeah,” He smirked his signature devilish grin. “But Gaara should know better when he brings me to meetings in Konoha. I tend to get… distracted.” He gave you a look filled with dark desire, letting you know he would be filling you up again before dusk, and you smiled knowingly. 

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[kai-harada]

Alex I have a horrible horror movie rec for u but Idle Hands (1999). I haven't finished it yet but if u need tws I can find them but it's like. One of the weirdest shitty horror so bad it's good things I've seen in a while

I just looked it up and I’m looking at the poster rn and I’m already Interested👀👀 I have a soft spot in my heart for 90s movies ngl and it looks Very 90s from the outfits and spikey hair and Seth Green just being there ffjdksh It is Going on the to watch list!!

[somekindofadeviant]

Spangel Humour Fic Recs

Gotchu some fics to hopefully give a giggle, cuz sometimes it's needed.

Spike/Angel

Angel's (Not So Much) Inner Monologue by girlpire - Angel's under an embarrassing spell that makes him unable to censor his thoughts. Would be a real shame if anyone he regularly fantasizes about found out... Rating: Mature, Length: 7673 words Opening Up by Hello Spikey - Spike and Angel meet in an AU wherein that sensitivity spell (A:tS s1e6) never wore off. Rating: Teen+, Length: 1450 words Reading Between the Lines by ash_carpenter - A study of misinterpretation between vampire Champions, conducted by Winifred Burkle, Head of Science Division, Wolfram & Hart. Rating: Teen+, Length: 2245 words Spike's Fury by coalitiongirl - An alternate ending to Season 8. Rating: Teen+, Length: 100 words Sweet William's Poetry by Cold Gentlemen - Angelus/Will, BDSM, an English lit lesson, and a bonus recipe! It's both hot and hilarious, what more could you want? Rating: Explicit, Length: 2514 words Desert Pixies Made Us Do It by nomelon - Angel and Spike in the desert. A brilliant take on an old trope. Rating: Explicit, Length: 3486 words The Vampire Princess and the Pea Soup by Lyrstzha - As the prophecy declares, only Angel's true vampire princess can detect the drop of pea soup in the mug of pig's blood. Rating: Teen+, Length: 707 words The L.A Patient by Vampire_Penguin - Brilliant House M.D. crossover. House's team discover that just because their patient says she's a werewolf who was bitten by a demon, it doesn't mean they can add 'delusions' to the whiteboard.  Rating: Teen+, Length: 17,311 words Rising Sap by shapinglight - a Fairy!Spangel ficlet. Delightfully silly fun. Rating: Mature (but only for swearing), Length: 1128 words Gepetto in the House by Doyle - Puppet!Angel gets stitched up. Don't worry, this one contains no violation of Angel's puppet-hole. Rating: Teen+, Length: 1249 words Day Three by Tania - This one doesn't contain it either, but it's still puppet porn. What's more of a crime, that or the puns? Rating: I refuse to label anything about this as Mature. Length: 1573 words The Reunion Tour by Dovil - Angel and Spike get...reacquainted. It's not quite like riding a bicycle. Rating: Explicit, Length: 1676 words Rarely Pure and Never Simple by eponymmouse - Everyone learns a thing about Angel and Spike's past. The Spangel may be in the past (for now) in this one, but the scene is deliciously funny. Rating: Teen+, Length: 2024 words the adventures of bunny!Spike by thatotherperv - Wherein Spike is a bunny-rabbit. No, really. Absolutely adorable crackfic fun. Rating: Teen+, Length: 3153 words more than one way by thatotherperv - Spike and Angel are forced into therapy when their constant bickering puts the whole office on edge. Rating: G, Length: 654 words Days of Our Unlives by Kita and Jess - A slice of life/soap opera of Spike and Angel in LA. Click 'chapters' to navigate the fic. Goofy and cute fun. Rating: Explicit, Length: 43 chapters

Spike + Angel

if history's so long howcome i only ever run into you? by chasingfictions - life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you're gonna get. except Angel does. because no matter where he goes, he always fucking runs into Spike?? for some reason??? The Spangel Forrest Gump AU we all need. Rating: Teen+, Length: 3134 words operator, put me through to 1630 revello by chasingfictions - In which Angel essentially tries to call Willow for magical advice for four years and Spike says: No ❤️. (in other terms: Spike bothering Angel for three thousand words) Rating: Teen+, Length: 3336 words

[bnhavibes]

ummmm.... so 👉🏽👈🏽 i’m sorry for being MIA.....

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but...... take this as an apology, yeah?

Kirishima, Eijirou x fem!Reader 🍋 18+ NSFW

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It wasn’t too often that you went to the gym with your boyfriend. Partially because you despised the campus rec center in its entirety, but mostly because of the gruesome nature that Eijirou exuded whenever he tried to impress you.

Just knowing that you were watching him while he worked out made him feel nervous, like he had to put on a show for you to see just how manly he was. Sometimes, however, the two of you would go your separate ways; you’d head off to the outdoor pool for a full body workout consisting of an lazily paced laps and leisurely laying out in the sun for a tan, and he’d go do his usual routine.

Today was one of these days.

Your loving boyfriend, however, was in some type of broody mood and you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t tried to speak to you other than to get you off your phone on the walk to the gym.

*Typically*, he’d pull you in for a sweet kiss before giving you that adorable toothy grin and a “Later, babe! Don’t miss me too much.” before splitting apart.

*Typically* the two of you would discuss what workouts you would be doing and if he would be working with or without you before you would even enter the gym.

Today was definitely atypical.

He hadn’t spoke to you save for the small talk about your own days at school... And then you started scrolling through instagram, and he didn’t even try to make conversation.

At first, you figured he was just tired and dragging himself to the gym despite not wanting to go. But then you’d look over at him in a side glance, and his expression would be blank— distant, like he wasn’t interested in whatever it was you were going to talk about.

It was late in the afternoon, and thanks to the hero course getting out so late, you got to avoid the rush of crowds at the RC.

When you usually came, there was a bustling atmosphere of all student types hanging in and around the building like it was some sort of stomping grounds. No matter who was gathered around of the two of you when you entered, someone would always make an audible reaction to the your shared parting kiss.

You pouted when he grumbled a soft “See you in a bit” at you, and walked off to the male changing rooms before you could grab him and ask what was wrong, or where your kids was. Luckily there wasn’t anybody around to see that. Despite your gut telling you that he was upset about something, you went about your routine(opting for the lazy route today since your man’s attitude left a sour taste in your mouth)

You tried to push his blank expression out of your head when you jumped into the water, letting your body fall to a soft float in the deep end; eyes open and thoughts racing to figure out just what was wrong with him. Was it something you said? It couldn’t be, you tend to praise him for just about anything whenever you spoke to him. Maybe the way you dressed for the day threw him off? No, he wasn’t controlling or toxic like that.

Whatever it was, it was pissing you off now. And you didn’t even spend time to tan with how worried you were about it; instead, you chose to leave the pool early and head to the changing rooms.

After getting a rinse off, and changing into some loose shorts and a tank top, you wandered aimlessly into the gym in search of the spikey red haired boy.

He was where he usually was, of course, the back of the gym where the deadlifters would meander about, taking turns picking up weights and watching each other’s forms in the mirror, but today it was just him.

Just him and his angry, scrunched up face watching himself as he lifted his way too heavy bar loaded with a few too many weights. You’d never seen him lift this amount before, and it worried you to the point that you almost used your Quirk to teleport yourself over by him in an instant before he injured himself.

But he didn’t. He lifted the bar like it was nothing to him. The rock solid hero in training was making the most of his Quirk, his rugged skin and rippling muscles were a sign that he was working on pushing the limits of it— and it was paying off tenfold.

Despite how angry he looked, and the literal puddle of sweat he was creating, you couldn’t stop yourself from hiding behind a machine and watching him in the distance. Something about the way he was so easily lifting a good 500kgs or more made your thighs clench together.

More and more people started leaving the free weight area until the room was emptied out entirely; the two of you the only ones who stayed behind. Still, you didn’t want to intrude on his workout, and just as you were going to leave from your perfectly hidden perverted lookout, he began to clean up.

Immediately, you noticed he had overexerted himself. From the stiffness of his body while attempting to put the weights away, to the crinkle in his nose every time he’d move a limb to wipe his sweat off.

And like any good girlfriend, you instantly teleported to his side— unintentionally scaring the life out of him in the process.

“A-AUGH! Wh-What the hell, (name)?! You couldn’t walk up to me like a normal person?” His face, though flushed from the heat, had gone pale for a second there.

“I’m sorry, my love!” You exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I came to ask if you needed any help. You looked like you were going to snap with that last attempt.”

Still he gave you a small shrug, biting down on his lip to hide the pain he was in just from the small movement.

“Ngh, wouldn’t you rather look through instagram? I think I can handle wiping the sweat off myself on my own, I’m manly enough!” He huffed as he spoke, avoiding your gaze as he *very slowly* attempted to pick up the towel off the ground, his knees collapsing as his body trembled.

“Eiji!” You yelped, getting on your knees with him, a carefully place hand on his shoulder to keep him upright. “Just sit back, okay? There’s not too much left anyways, I got you.”

He huffed again, pouting slightly as you sat back onto your legs. You’d made it clear you knew he was upset with you by opting to stay silent as you ran the towel across his forehead and spiraled to the nape of his neck to collect any free drips of sweat off his perfectly chiseled body.

The air was still between you as he sat limp on the floor, but you were still happy to help. There was much more to clean than usual, but the towel that he had brought with him seemed to be doing it’s job as you brought it down along the length of his arm, holding his wrists gently with one hand so that the other could maneuver around him. You couldn’t help the heat building between your legs, however. Your face beginning to flush as he released sore groans as you gently squeezed his limbs. He watched you intently, an eyebrow slightly raised as you chewed into your lower lip while working on his thighs. He couldn’t help himself from getting a little turned on with the position you and your soft hands were in; between his thighs on your knees, with one hand on his knee to hold yourself up as you crept the towel up his torso, his tank top collecting in bunches and moving up out of the way as you did your job.

Now he was blushing, the anxiety of someone walking in on your ass bent over in the reflection of the mirror and atop his lap giving him the chills.... But he couldn’t stop you as you pressed your chest against his half-soft crotch, eyes half lidded and leering into his with that sweet feigned innocence in your gaze.

“B-Baby? What are you doing?” His chest heaved as you slipped your fingers up past the towel and crawled into a straddle on his lap.

“Cleaning you up just did something to me, Eiji~” You purred, snaking your arms around his head and pressing your lips to his cheek whilst scooting your crotch along his in attempt to get him closer to you. “I can’t help myself when you look so yummy after a workout.”

He could cry at the crudeness of your comment, the blood draining from his face and racing to the pumping erection in his shorts. “We can’t— Not here, they’re gonna see— oof!”

In an instant, you were teleported to the changing rooms. he was seated on a benched wall adjacent to the lockers, and you were already pawing at his top to remove it.

“Babe?” He breathlessly protested, “I don’t think it’s a good— oh~.... fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut as you suckled onto the weak spot behind his ear, hips swirling along his lap in a needy hump, and he could hear faint sticky sounds as your body became a self lubricating mess for him. He groaned softly, too sore to push you off, too turned on to stop you from doing what you were to him. He licked his lips as you removed your own top, hardened nipples in full view since you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Baby, you were so mad at me earlier,” You whined, cupping your breasts with his hands under yours, massaging yourself as you kept your hips moving. “I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t even focus on working out and when I saw you pushing yourself so hard it made me so proud to have such a manly boyfriend.”

Oh you were good at this, he could feel the saliva collecting in his mouth as he watched you writhe about in his lap. His heartbeating so hard against his chest and your wet crotch that whatever it was that made him mad was nothing but an anomaly.

“Oh, princess, I can’t stay mad at you when you look at me like that.” He moaned, leaning back against the wall to feel you grind against his entire length, giving you access to do as you please to him.

You batted your lashes down at him, still holding a hand against his own, but caressing the frame of his face with another. “You sure, Red Daddy Riot?”

He almost came right there. His flushed cheeks returned at the name he fell victim to.

“Yes, of course, princess. But you could always make it up to me, couldn’t you?”

A cruel smile spread along your cheeks, stopping your hips and hopping off his lap, earning a low whine in protest. “Tck, Tck. Be patient now.”

“So mean.” He panted, his hands moving to his waistline, pulling his shorts down just enough for his dick to escape as you turned away from him.

You decided to give him a show as you removed your bottoms, bending over slightly as you tantalizingly pulled the shorts off. He threw his head back, hitting the wall with a soft thump! as he began pumping his cock to relieve the pressure of being teased.

“Like what you see, Daddy?” Sultry in your voice, you gave yourself a playful smack to the cheek, wiggling your legs out of the shorts and playing with the lining of your panties; the thin fabric wrapping around your fingers before you tugged them down, bending over completely with them; dripping pussy in full view with the way your legs were spread.

“(name). here. now.” He growled as he ceased his moving hand, a frustrated pout on his lips.

“Yes, Red Daddy Riot.” You complied, stalking over to him with that same feigned innocence as earlier as you crawled up onto his lap.

His dick was fluctuating between Hardening and a regular erection, a sign that he was so overwhelmed with hormones that he couldn’t control his Quirk. Precum practically seeped out of the beet red tip, and you licked your lips as you watched your cunt swallow him up inch by pulsating inch.

The two of you groaned as your pelvises met. He was panting with impatience as he let you adjust to his size, squeezing your hips and ass like it was his last grip of restraint.

“Please move, princess. You’ve done enough working me up like this. I won’t be responsible for what happens if you continue on.” He was stern, but his eyes were pleading, he had been holding back the entire time you were wiping him down. It was hotter than you intended, the way you were so focused on helping him. He was watching you the entire time, despite you thinking he was still mad at you.

You beamed a smile down at him as you pressed your arms against the wall behind his head. “Anything for you, my love.”

You began slow, grinding your hips along his length the same as before, mouth opened in an “o” as you peered down at him, his furrowed brows and sweaty forehead a tell that not only was he enjoying this, but he needed more.

“Fuck,” He moaned breathlessly, pressing a hand at the bottom of your back to keep you buried to the hilt. “Your pussy feels so good, baby, you make me wanna stay buried this deep inside you forever.”

You moaned, pulling his chest to yours, bringing your legs up onto the bench to feel him even deeper, your legs quivering at the delicious pumping inside your walls. “God, Eijirou, when did you start being so lewd?”

“I can’t help it when you feel this good, (name). You’re milking my cock like a good little girl; look at you! All supple and pressed against me like this.” His words only fueling your lust, making you dig your hips deeper against his lap. He groaned as you slid along his legs, keeping one palm on your back and the other at the nape of your neck.

“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good~” You choked out, needily thrusting on his cock as you let out whiney grunt, working yourself harshly against him. “Your cock is scraping my insides so well~”

“You’re the lewd one now, princess. That sure is a filthy mouth you got there,” He moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he began closing his fist around your neck, his thumb burying itself into your throat. Squishy, wet slaps filled the locker room. He could hear every time your cunt sucked him in and every time your hips snapped along his own.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck~!” You cried, picking your pace up as you chased your orgasm. “I’m cumming, Daddy, nngh~! I’m cumming on your cock, a-ammhphh~” Your moans silenced by the tongue in your mouth, he sat forward as he squeezed your body inhumanly close to his, thrusting upwards to meet your own. Your orgasm hit you instantly, a guttural moan echoing in the still air as he sloppily laid kisses and licks around your jawline, arms squeezing you in place as he fucked himself into you harder.

“You like that, babe?” He growled in your ear, “You like when I fuck you back like this, huh? Is this what you wanted from me? God listen to your pussy, you squirted all over my cock didn’t you?” His voice was gruff, speaking between his teeth as he continued mercilessly thrusting into you.

You were moaning so much you couldn’t speak, the walls of your pussy clenching around him so hard you felt the second orgasm already building up. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, right there~ Ba-a-b—b—-uhhh~” Your head fell back as he relentlessly shook your body around, tongue lolling to the side while he abused your nether regions.

whap!

He slapped your ass cheek, causing you body to spasm roughly as he continued his ruthless fucking. “Don’t forget, it’s Daddy.” He scolded for your slip up, cock Hardening inside you; the rigged feeling made you scream, tearing up as you came a second time, smothering his lap in your essence.

“Mmm,” He hummed, “A second one already. You greedy girl. At least let me catch up before you lap over me.”

Your thighs clenched around his torso, keeping him in place while he bottomed out into you, spewing his load all over your spongey insides. “Daddy! P-Please, keep going! I— nnnnnFUCK!” you cried, slamming down on his lap harder, your hand finding its way to the folds of your cunt, shakily searching for your clit.

“You want more?” He groaned, “Fuck, princess, you’re so greedy today. But don’t worry, Red Daddy Riot’s got plenty of cum for that needy pussy of yours.”

Bringing your head up by your hair, he held you up by his face whilst cumming a second time, watching you as your eyes rolled backward and furiously rubbing your clit.

Your third orgasm didn’t even faze him, the way your walls were spasming, you were probably continuously cumming at this point. Still, the look on your face fueled him enough to grit through his sore muscles and flip you onto the bench, pressing your legs against the wooden furniture by your ankles, and fucking you into oblivion as his own orgasm spilled out of his cock.

A slew of curses and your name left his lips, his hips sputtering while he finally released his Hardening from his dick. He began to bite down on the underside of your thigh, shark-like teeth causing your legs to shake harder. You yelped from the pain, but his unwavering movements subdued you into more bliss, your brain in a fuzzy state of mind you couldn’t tell what felt good or bad anymore. He didn’t draw blood, but there were prominent purple bite marks along your lower legs, his last orgasm already leaking out as he gave you tiresome, slowed humps.

He toppled onto your chest, arms hanging over the sides of the bench as he lay his head in your neck.

“I tap out.” He said breathlessly. “I don’t think I can move anymore.”

You had forgotten all about his workout earlier, and despite your quivering body, you reached for your bags and clothes beneath you, placing them on his back before focusing all the remainder of your energy into one final teleportation. You might’ve overexerted yourself as well in the process, but it was better than the two of you crawling your way to the dorms.

Unfortunately, you didn’t make it to the bed, instead, the two of you plopped onto the floor of your bedroom.

“Now neither of us can move.” He complained.

“It could be worse.” You said, a hint of embarrassment in your voice. “I could’ve miscalculated and landed in the living room.”

“Please don’t tell me you did.” He said, eyes still shut.

“Can you run?” You said, a hint of play poking through your voice. “I’m kidding.”

“Geez, you sure are a riot, (name). And that’s coming from me.” He lazily pressed a kiss against your neck. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, Red Daddy Riot.” You giggled.